The Truth of the Martial Dao Literary Heart

"The lid wasn't pushed open by anyone." Mr. Sanshan carefully inspected it before saying, "There are traces of spatial turbulence inside the coffin. It should have been a teleportation... Hmm, Chen Luo, what's wrong?"

Mr. Sanshan had only spoken halfway when he saw Chen Luo clutching his chest, his brows tightly furrowed.

Chen Luo waved his hand and sat down cross-legged.

Just now, when he approached the Martial Emperor's coffin, Chen Luo had felt as if his Martial Dao Literary Heart were about to leap out of his chest.

He drew a deep breath, closed the Acupoints throughout his body, halted all his meridians, then suddenly tapped his chest. Instantly, strands of principle intent radiated from his body. After dispersing, they condensed once more, forming a crystalline jade-green literary heart.

"The Martial Dao Literary Heart!" Mr. Sanshan was stunned. His Soul power immediately spread out, putting him on guard against his surroundings. At the same time, he struck the suppressed Zhao Mengqiu with his soul, knocking him unconscious.

Then Mr. Sanshan said to Chen Luo, "What are you doing? Quickly withdraw the literary heart!"

"It's fine." Chen Luo shook his head.

The literary heart wasn't a real heart, but the manifestation of a special principle. Because it harmonized with the heart, it was called a literary heart.

In the past, Chen Luo had been unable to condense the Martial Dao Literary Heart outside his body. But now that he had opened the Dao for nine thousand li and his principles had stabilized, manifesting it outside his body again posed no problem.

Of course, unless Chen Luo willingly severed it or died, no one else could seize this literary heart.

Ever since entering the Martial Emperor's Tomb, Chen Luo had noticed that something was wrong with his Martial Dao Literary Heart.