Lin Ming Techniques

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## **Techniques**

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When one reached a higher level in the road of martial arts, a battle spirit would become an essential part of a martial artist’s strength.
A battle spirit could grow along with a martial artist’s own growth, slowly strengthening. Thus, the earlier one comprehended a battle spirit, the more room for growth there would be.
However, if a martial artist had bad luck, poor perception, or their martial arts cultivation had already reached an exceedingly high realm, they would slowly be unable to comprehend a battle spirit.
A battle spirit was in itself an elusive and enigmatic existence, a mysterious and obscure boundary. Sometimes the more one wanted to comprehend a battle spirit, the less successful they would be. Sometimes the less one thought about it, the higher their chances of comprehending it would be. It was an indescribable factor.
 (Ch 615) When an Emperor level powerhouse died, the will they left behind would not fade away even after thousands of years. This was the so-called battle spirit.
A battle spirit was the condensed will that a martial artist could form after they reached a certain boundary. This will could be attached to any object, and could be used in a multitude of ways, such as killing people.
For instance, if one attached a battle spirit to the air, they could directly crush a massive boulder into powder.
 (Ch 622) Lin Ming is on the Road of Emperors in the Skysplit Towers for 200 days. He had battling emperor level cultivators in the world of the will all this time thereby tempering and strengthening his will. He was also absorbing and refining top-grade Blood Demon Crystals in order to repair and heal his will body.
During these 200 days, the pressure of the Prime Emperor force field constantly grew heavier, but the growth of Lin Ming’s willpower was even quicker. This allowed him to adapt to the massive pressure within the world of will.
The mist within his spiritual sea became increasingly thick, to the point that it nearly turned into droplets.
After finally defeating the will body of a three-star Emperor level powerhouse he has battling for a full 10 days.
A pure energy flowed into Lin Ming’s body, quickly repairing his broken body. This sort of restoration brought along a wonderful feeling with it. The pure power of soul was like a quiet drizzle of rain falling down on him, making him feel happy and comfortable.
Lin Ming immersed himself in this comfortable and wonderful feeling for an unknown time. Suddenly, there was a pain between his eyebrows, as if all the strength of his body was rushing to that single point, able to erupt at any moment!
Lin Ming’s eyes flashed open. He was surprised to find that the thick mist that hovered over his spiritual sea had suddenly contracted in upon itself!
As Lin Ming looked at the skies over his spiritual sea, he could see that the mist there seemed much more pale, and in the center of that swirling mist seemed to be a vague, tiny azure spear; it seemed unreal, obscure, and illusory.
This spear was as thin as a chopstick and only half a foot long. The spearhead was the size of a knuckle, and the entire shaft was azure, shining with a cold light. This spear is the manifestation of Lin Ming's battle spirit.
 (Ch 633) Lin Ming is in the Eternal Demon Abyss. In there, he was able to capture a Transformed Demon Bone with the help of Demonshine.
Lin Ming Incorporated the energy from this bone, erased its soul mark, and turned it into the purest soul energy to absorb.
The faint traces of red energy were spinning around the tiny spear that was his battle spirit, constantly being absorbed into it.
Time passed second by second. From its illusory, translucent appearance, the little spear became increasingly solid. Its entire body seemed to take on a metallic color as if it were being formed from ancient bronze.
A day later, this spear completely formed, with only some missing parts at the end of the spear shaft.
Lin Ming was aware of the changes in his battle spirit. Using his mind to connect to his battle spirit, the little spear fiercely trembled, as if it didn’t want to be suppressed, wanting to rush out of Lin Ming’s spiritual sea instead.