Chapter 2: The Awakening of the Sword Warrior Soul

"It's already been three days, and I still haven't found a way back. This place is truly terrifying."

A piercing cold wind blew, making Chen Tian shiver involuntarily.

This Ghost Forest was once an ancient continent, but it became filled with death and malevolent energy due to the burial of countless souls.

For the past few days, Chen Tian had been aimlessly searching for a way out. Everywhere he went, he saw only bones and the ruins of war, surrounded by a dense fog that made it impossible to find a way out.

Chen Tian's body had absorbed more and more death energy, making his face increasingly pale. He constantly heard faint calls in his ears.

After several days of wandering, a white bone palace suddenly appeared in the dense fog. Inside the palace sat a decrepit body, with a broken sword beside it.

As Chen Tian approached, the body suddenly emitted a white light, revealing a ghostly figure.

"A thousand years have passed, and I never expected a mere warrior to come. Well, well, if you can withstand the control of my lingering soul, perhaps I can give it a try. It's better than being buried here forever." The old, hoarse voice echoed through the desolate palace.

As soon as the words were spoken, Chen Tian, who had been in a daze, was suddenly jolted awake, only to find that his body was immobilized.

"Old man, what do you want to do to me!" Chen Tian glared at the ghastly old man's ghostly figure.

"Let you, this worthless one, become my new body. It is your honor." The remnant soul suddenly surged into Chen Tian's body.

The power from the soul surged like a tidal wave, assaulting Chen Tian's will. Chen Tian felt as if he had fallen into hell, being burned by fire and frozen by ice. The dual forces of fire and ice made him feel as if the other soul was devouring his own!

"You... want to... possess me!"

"I have waited too long. In a thousand years, no one has been able to withstand my soul. You are a worthless one, and you should feel honored!"

"To hell with your honor, how can I die here? I am myself, and I won't be devoured by you." A powerful will erupted from Chen Tian's soul, colliding with the other soul's force.

"Huh?" The ghostly figure was shocked by the terrifying mental strength of this small warrior: "How can this be? How can you have such powerful mental strength? You are clearly a warrior, how can you possess spiritual power?"

The intense desire to win and the terrifying will to devour the heavens made the ghostly figure panic. He suddenly realized that all his power was being absorbed into the young man's body, as if he had encountered a black hole. His entire soul was being sucked into Chen Tian's soul.

With a loud noise, the ghostly figure disappeared, and the ruined palace returned to its former tranquility.

When Chen Tian awoke, a whole day had passed. Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar palace, he hurriedly checked his body.

What happened? Recalling the previous scene, he was still chilled to the bone, almost being devoured by that old bastard.

"Ha ha ha ha, old man, you wanted to devour me, but you didn't expect to be devoured by me." After a brief inspection, Chen Tian realized what had happened to his body and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Feeling his mental strength suddenly increase, Chen Tian continued to cultivate on the spot. Spiritual energy surged into his body, and light continuously appeared on him, reaching the first, second, and third levels of the Spirit Warrior realm!

In just two hours, the absorbed mental strength had brought his Spirit Warrior cultivation to the fifth level. However, Chen Tian suppressed the advancement of his power at a critical moment. He knew that haste makes waste, and this was just the beginning. An unstable foundation would have a significant impact on future breakthroughs.

At this moment, Chen Tian had become a sixth-level warrior and a fifth-level Spirit Warrior.

Moreover, he felt his martial soul gradually expanding and changing. Chen Tian focused his mind: "Martial soul summon!"

"Swish!"

A rudimentary form of a sharp sword appeared before Chen Tian's eyes: "This is, the Sword Martial Soul."

Chen Tian couldn't help but sigh: "If the Imperial Spirit Sword were still here, it would be great."

The Imperial Spirit Sword was Chen Tian's weapon in the game, the only divine weapon in the game world, possessing formidable power. Unfortunately, he had checked, and it was not in his ring.

The increase in spiritual energy allowed Chen Tian to see through the surrounding fog. He chose a direction and finally found the cliff where he had fallen. Climbing up the cliff using the vines, he began to ascend the towering mountain peak, his indomitable will likely surpassing that of so-called geniuses.

After climbing for a whole day, the young man, with bloodied hands, finally appeared at the cliff of the Heavenly Sect's rear mountain at dusk.

Standing in the forest of the sect, gazing at the vast mountains and the grand hall behind the mountain gate, a faint smile appeared on Chen Tian's face.

Heavenly Sect, I'm back!