The air in the mountains was very humid. Lin Tian did not dare to light a fire, for fear that the Xiao and Mo families would notice. He held Lin Xi and leaned against a thick tree trunk, looking at the raging fire in the darkness in the distance. His eyes were very frightening.
Waves of pain came from his body, and drowsiness came over him. Not long after, Lin Tian fell into a deep sleep.
Leaning against the thick tree trunk, Lin Tian had a dream. In the dream, he was standing in the vast sky. Looking into the distance, he saw nine hazy figures standing in front of him. In the middle of the nine figures, a long sword was suspended, shining brightly.
Suddenly, the nine figures moved, grabbing at the sword in the middle.
Lin Tian opened his eyes wide. At this moment, the nine figures were fighting. He saw the sky collapse and the earth sink. Bolts of lightning struck down, and beams of divine light rushed up. It was as if the world was about to be destroyed.
After that, the scene changed again. He saw a long sword falling from the sky, passing through layers of blurry barriers, and rushing straight towards him.
"Oh my god!"
Lin Tian shouted. He opened his eyes abruptly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The night was still dark. He was still leaning against the thick tree trunk behind him. Lin Xi was lying in his arms. Perhaps because she was too sad, she was not awakened by his shout. Lin Tian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. The dream just now was too frightening. The scene of the long sword flying towards him was too realistic.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. Then, he was shocked.
Sword?
Where was the sword in his hand?
He remembered that when he was holding Lin Xi, the iron sword was in his right hand. But now, it was gone!
Thinking about the dream just now, Lin Tian broke out in a cold sweat. He looked around and suddenly realized that his palm was emitting a dim light.
He put his right hand in front of his eyes. Suddenly, his pupils shook. At this moment, there was a sword mark on his palm. The appearance of this sword mark was exactly the same as the iron sword he picked up at the bottom of the cliff!
"This …"
Lin Tian's pupils constricted.
At this moment, a sharp pain assaulted his mind. Lin Tianzhi felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his head. The heart-wrenching pain made him want to scream out loud.
However, this pain did not last for long and quickly dissipated.
Lin Tian's entire body was drenched in sweat. Then, he was shocked again. At this moment, many mysterious and complicated things suddenly appeared in his mind. Talismans, divine patterns, Dao seals, all kinds of strange lights flickered, gorgeous and dazzling … In the end, an obscure ancient scripture poured into his mind and rang out in his mind.
Lin Tian was shocked. What was this? Cultivation method?
This thought shook Lin Tian's heart.
He had absorbed all the memories of this body and knew that the world he was in now was a country that advocated martial arts. Martial arts was cultivation, and it was the dream of all young people. Every year, countless people wanted to embark on the path of martial arts. However, cultivation required a cultivation method. This kind of cultivation method was very difficult to obtain. Ordinary small aristocratic families would not have it. In the Northern Flame Country, most of the powerful cultivation methods were in the hands of the empire.
For example, in the huge city and its surroundings, only the Northern Flame Country's Nine Yang Martial House and a few martial arts families had cultivation methods. However, the cultivation methods of ordinary martial arts families were very ordinary and could not be compared to those of the Nine Yang Martial House. Moreover, martial arts families would not pass down their cultivation methods to outsiders. Therefore, every year, countless hot-blooded youths who were determined to pursue martial arts rushed to the Nine Yang Martial House, hoping to become a disciple of the Martial House. From there, they could learn powerful cultivation methods and truly embark on the path of cultivation.
Lin Tian was not a descendant of a martial arts family and had never joined the Nine Yang Martial House. However, now that he might have obtained a cultivation method, how could he not be shocked?
Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian quickly sorted out the information in his mind. After two hours, his eyes lit up. He had indeed sorted out a complete set of cultivation methods!
Body Tempering Divine Art, Four Extreme Scriptures!
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