Chapter 3

The air in the mountains was very humid, and Lin Tian did not dare to start a fire, fearing that the Xiao family and the Mo family would notice. He held Lin Xi close to a thick tree trunk, gazing at the raging fire in the distance, his eyes filled with a terrifying look.

Pain came in waves from his body, and drowsiness soon followed. Before long, Lin Tian fell into a deep sleep.

Leaning against the thick tree trunk, Lin Tian had a dream. In the dream, he stood on a vast, boundless sky. Looking far ahead, he saw nine indistinct figures standing there, with a long sword floating in the center, shining brightly.

Suddenly, the nine figures moved, all reaching for the central sword.

Lin Tian's eyes widened. In that instant, the nine figures engaged in battle. He saw the sky collapsing, the earth sinking, lightning striking, and divine light surging, as if the world were ending.

After that, the scene changed again. He saw a long sword falling from the clouds, piercing through layers of blurry barriers, rushing straight toward him.

"Ah!"

Lin Tian screamed, his eyes suddenly opening wide, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

The night was still pitch black. He was still leaning against the thick tree trunk, with Lin Xi lying in his arms. Perhaps because she was too sad, she was not woken by his scream. Lin Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The dream had been too terrifying, especially the long sword flying toward him, which seemed so real.

He exhaled a deep breath, then suddenly froze.

Sword?

Where was the sword in his hand?

He remembered that when he was holding Lin Xi, the iron sword was always in his right hand, but now it was gone!

Thinking of the dream, Lin Tian broke out in a cold sweat. He scanned his surroundings and suddenly noticed that his palm was emitting a faint glow.

He brought his right hand to his eyes, and his pupils dilated. At that moment, a sword pattern appeared in his palm, identical to the iron sword he had found at the bottom of the cliff!

"This..."

Lin Tian's pupils contracted.

At that moment, a sharp pain hit his head. It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his skull, the excruciating pain almost making him scream.

However, the pain did not last long and quickly dissipated.

Lin Tian was drenched in sweat, and then he was startled again. At that moment, many mysterious and complex things suddenly appeared in his mind: talismans, divine patterns, Dao seals, various strange lights flickering, dazzling and brilliant... Finally, a segment of obscure ancient scripture surged into his mind, resonating loudly.

Lin Tian was shocked. What was this? A cultivation technique?

This thought made Lin Tian's heart tremble.

He had absorbed all the memories of this body and knew that the world he was in was a nation that revered martial arts. Martial arts were the path of cultivation, the dream of all young people. Every year, countless people aspired to embark on the path of martial arts. However, cultivation required techniques, which were very difficult to obtain. Generally, small families did not possess them, and in the Northern Flame Kingdom, powerful cultivation techniques were mostly controlled by the empire.

For example, in Fengjian City, a large city and its surroundings, only the Nine Yang Martial Academy and a few martial arts families possessed cultivation techniques. However, the cultivation techniques of ordinary martial arts families were very ordinary and could not compare to the Nine Yang Martial Academy. Moreover, martial arts families would not pass on their cultivation techniques to people outside their families. Therefore, every year, countless young men with a passion for martial arts would fight to join the Nine Yang Martial Academy, hoping to become disciples and learn powerful cultivation techniques, truly embarking on the path of cultivation.

Lin Tian himself was not from a martial arts family and had not joined the Nine Yang Martial Academy, yet he might have obtained a cultivation technique now. How could he not be shocked?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian quickly organized the things that had flooded his mind. An hour later, his eyes lit up. He had indeed organized a complete cultivation technique!

The Body Tempering Divine Technique, the Four Extremes Scripture!

PS: Thank you, Brother Hu, for your 30,000纵横币 support, and thank you, Emperor Demon, for your 10,000纵横币 support. Thanks!

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