Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Long Chen's face became even gloomier when he heard this, and he clenched his fists, as if he wanted to condense all his worries and anger into this fist. "But, is it really safe for him to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery?" He asked in a deep voice, revealing deep worry.

Long Yingtian shook his head gently, but his eyes revealed a trace of unnoticeable firmness.

"At least there is an unwritten rule there." He explained softly.

"For some reason, the strong men above the Tianhe Realm are not allowed to easily step into the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. Even the strong men at the peak of the Tianhe Realm will mostly choose to stay away from it and are unwilling to set foot in that land full of unknowns and dangers.

In this way, Ling Xiao can at least temporarily avoid the threats of those top strong men there and buy himself some precious time."

Speaking of this, Long Yingtian's tone became serious. "Time is the most precious wealth for warriors." He continued.

"Ling Xiao needs this time to sharpen his will and improve his strength. Only in this way can he protect himself and everything he cares about in this chaotic world."

Long Chen was silent for a moment, and that silence contained complex emotions - worry about his brother, fear of the unknown, and scrutiny of his own abilities.

Finally, he looked up at his father, with a firm light in his eyes: "I also want to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery." This sentence is not only a declaration of his determination, but also a silent promise to his brother.

Long Yingtian's eyes became sharp in an instant, as if he could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

He looked at Long Chen deeply and said slowly: "You can't go... Although you hide it very well, we are father and son, connected by blood, and that tacit understanding and understanding cannot be replaced by anyone. Others may not know, but how can I, as your father, not know? You should have been a strong man in the Heavenly Man Realm, right?"

Long Chen heard this and raised a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both helplessness of being seen through and admiration for his father's wisdom.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from you, father." He said softly, with a bit of self-mockery in his tone. Then, his face became solemn, and his eyes revealed unquestionable determination.

"But I am worried about my elder brother. How can I feel at ease when he faces those dangers alone? I have to prevent some powerful people in the heavenly realm from going in and killing him at all costs in order to get the treasure in his hand. I must go. This is my responsibility and my choice."

"You have no confidence in him?" There was a hint of hardness in Long Yingtian's voice, but more of it was understanding and teaching for his son. He walked slowly to Long Chen, his eyes deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"You should know that this person has a treasure, which is both his honor and his burden.

The blessing brought by the treasure is like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding him forward; but the disaster that follows is like a deep sea with undercurrents, constantly testing his will and wisdom. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, it is the necessary tempering on his path of cultivation and the responsibility he must bear."

Long Yingtian's tone gradually softened, and his eyes flashed with trust and expectation for Ling Xiao.

"What's more, you are his brother. In this martial arts world, it is so lucky to have a brother who depends on each other for life and death. You should know him best. His tenacity, his courage, and his wisdom are all the keys to his survival in adversity. If I didn't have confidence in him, how could I let him embark on this road full of unknowns?"

Long Chen heard this, and a warm current surged in his heart. It was admiration for his father's profound wisdom and endless concern for his brother.

"But I still have to go," he said firmly, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination, "But don't worry, I won't act rashly, and I won't easily step into the dangerous place like the Ten Thousand Demon Cemetery.

I ask you to let me stay in Chaos Demon City. There, it is not only the edge of the Ten Thousand Demon Cemetery, but also the focus of the intersection of various forces. I can sense the safety of my eldest brother there at the first time. If he is really in danger, I will definitely lend a helping hand at the first time."

At this point, Long Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, which was a warning and determination to the hostile forces such as the Soul Clan.

"What's more, the Soul Clan has been restless these days. They have coveted our treasures for a long time, and have repeatedly provoked us, trying to seize them in the chaos. As a member of the Long family, how can I sit back and watch? I plan to teach them a lesson, so that they know that people in my Long family are not the kind of people who can be bullied!"

"Well..." Long Yingtian sighed lightly, with a bitter smile on his lips. In that smile, there was both helplessness towards his son's stubbornness and emotion for the deep brotherhood.

"It can be seen that your brotherhood is more precious than any treasure. Although I want to stop it, I know that I can't stop the persistence and faith in your hearts.

But you need to remember that the road of martial arts is vast and boundless, and there are people beyond the sky. Don't be arrogant and look down on others just because you have entered the realm of heaven and man. The consequences of that are often painful lessons."

Long Yingtian's eyes became deep and serious, and his words were full of expectations and warnings for Long Chen. He knew very well that as a warrior, he had to remain humble and vigilant at all times in order to gain a foothold in the martial arts world where strong people were everywhere.

When Long Chen heard this, a warm current surged in his heart, which was gratitude for his father's deep love. He nodded heavily, with a firm light in his eyes. "Don't worry, I understand." He said in a deep voice, revealing unquestionable determination in his tone. He knew that his father's words were a lesson of experience and blood and tears, and he must keep them in mind.

Then, Long Chen bowed deeply to his father, clasped his hands together, respectfully and solemnly. "The child will take his leave first." He said, his voice full of expectations for the future and reluctance to leave his family. He knew that this trip might be a long journey, but he also believed that as long as there was faith in his heart and brothers were by his side, nothing was impossible.

Long Yingtian looked at his son's back as he left, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. There was worry, reluctance, but more pride and expectation.

He knew that Long Chen had grown up and it was time to go out and make his own way. He prayed silently, wishing his son a safe journey, and wishing the two brothers could fight side by side and write their martial arts legend together.

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The only way to the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery is through the notorious but unavoidable Chaos Demon City. It is like an isolated island, quietly lying on the edge of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. It is both the door of hope and the abyss of despair.

Ling Xiao stood on the deck of the airship, looking through the layers of clouds and mist, looking at the land in the distance shrouded in mystery and danger.