Spirit Martial, Emperor Martial, and Saint Martial

Sikong Ling nodded, then condensed another drop of blood and let it fall onto the unopened envelope. Yet just like Sikong Jing's, it drew no reaction at all. The two exchanged another look, their eyes filled with confusion.

Of course, Sikong Jing felt a little better too. At least it proved they were truly blood-related.

No longer dwelling on it, Sikong Jing said quietly, "Let's open this one first. Father and Mother should have explained things inside."

As he spoke, he untied the envelope, and a sheet of letter paper fell into his hand.

At that moment, Sikong Jing's hand was trembling faintly.

Their parents had been gone for more than ten years. What kind of information would be inside? And what he feared most was... terrible news!

Silently, he prayed with all his heart: Please, please, don't let it be terrible news. Don't let it be their last testament!

At last, he unfolded the letter. Sikong Jing's entire body shook slightly. The handwriting that met his eyes was indeed Father's.

"A-Jing, Ling'er..."

"If you have discovered this Spirit Essence Mini-Realm, it proves that you have both embarked upon the path of martial arts and reached the War Martial Stage."

Those were the first two lines. So one had to reach the War Martial Stage to trigger the Spirit Essence Mini-Realm. The siblings were both now at the first realm of the War Martial Stage—the Extraordinary Realm.

After quietly exchanging a glance, they continued reading with bated breath...

"If, in a tiny place like this, you can still reach the War Martial Stage, then it proves that Heaven's will cannot be denied."

"Since that is the case, your father and mother can no longer stop you from walking the path of martial arts. But our enemies are far too terrifying.