Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

168: Chapter 168: The Sword Soul’s Lament and the New Sprout of AnnihilationNangong Xuan sat cross-legged at the edge of the Deep Abyss, his mind completely submerged within his body. The gui xu base point rotated slowly, and the newly devoured fragment of the Law of ’Ultimate Cutting’ flickered like the most brilliant silver star in the endless darkness of the Void Realm, undergoing a marvelous reaction with his original Nirvana Dao Rhyme.

It was not a simple superposition, but a deeper level of Fusion and transformation.

Nirvana was the end, the destination of all things, grand and silent. Cutting was the process, the separation and breaking apart, sharp and precise.

Now, within the furnace of the gui xu base point, these two were being forcibly blended. In Nangong Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness, it was as if hundreds of millions of invisible swords were being born and extinguished. With one thought, a sword was born, severing Karma and separating Yin and Yang; with another thought, the sword perished, returning to nothingness and absolute silence.

The pain persisted, as if his Soul were being torn apart and reconstructed countless times, but accompanying it was an ultimate pleasure and enlightenment of controlling power. His understanding of the sword had leaped beyond the simple scope of ’Nirvana’ and entered a more subtle and dangerous Domain—only after severing can there be Nirvana.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a casual slash forward. Without using a shred of Sword Essence, he relied solely on that newborn Nirvana Sword Intent fused with a trace of the Law of Cutting. Sssst! The space about a Zhang ahead seemed like an invisible black cloth, silently sliced with a nearly imperceptible crack that lasted for a moment before mending itself. At the edges of the crack, a heart-palpitating aura of finality and sharpness lingered.

”This finger strike... shall be called ’Nirvana Void Slash’.” Nangong Xuan murmured to himself, the brilliance in his eyes restrained. The power of this strike might not be earth-shattering yet, but the level of Law it contained was extremely high, specifically designed to break through various energy protections and void barriers; its future growth potential was limitless.

More importantly, by digesting this Law fragment and repeatedly verifying it against the surrounding Sword Intent Force Field, he had finally grasped a pattern within the field. The few strands of Sword Intent in the force field that were similar to Nirvana, Sharp Metal, and Cutting no longer transmitted rejection to him, but rather a faint sense of ’recognition’.

A tortuous and hidden ’safe path’, faintly connected by these ’friendly’ Sword Intents, slowly emerged in his mind.

He stood up and looked at the faint opening on the opposite abyss wall, his gaze resolute. His injuries were not yet healed and the road ahead was unknown, but he now had a strategy to cross the abyss... Within the Sword Cleansing Pool spirit realm.

The moment Su Muxue stepped inside, she felt a massive pressure attacking from all directions. This was not the immortal pool Holy Land she had imagined, but a shattered and oppressive space.

The sky was a murky gray, filled with spiderweb-like spatial cracks, from which fine, white-gold Sword Qi occasionally fell like sorrowful raindrops, splashing into the ’pool water’ below. That pool water was not clear spring water, but a thick, nearly solidified white-gold liquid energy, mixed with countless twisting and wriggling black threads that emitted the same aura of filth and despair as the previous monsters.

In the center of the pool floated a massive, tattered phantom of an ancient sword. This should be the true body of the ’taibai sword soul’, but it was currently dim, its blade crawling with black filthy patterns as if tightly bound by chains, continuously emitting low and painful wails. Every wail caused the entire spirit realm to tremble and the filth in the pool to churn.

Beneath the Sword Soul, deep in the pool, several figures sitting cross-legged were faintly visible. They wore the robes of the Taibai Sword Sect but had long since turned into white bones, entwined by filthy black lines as if they were guarding, yet also being eroded together.

The entire spirit realm was like a slowly dying, festering wound.

Su Muxue felt a strong sense of suffocation as her Taiyin Star Power operated automatically to resist the omnipresent erosion of filth. The chaos star core in her arms had no reaction, and Lin Mo’s consciousness remained silent, causing her heart to tighten.

She had to purify this place as soon as possible!

She tried to activate the key of living beings, shedding emerald-green light of vitality toward the Sword Soul. However, as soon as the light approached, the filthy patterns on the Sword Soul flared up, greedily devouring and polluting the power of vitality, making it even more active.

She then tried the white-gold sharpness of the sharp metal star key. The effect was slightly better, as it could sever some of the approaching filthy black lines, but compared to the massive pollution of the entire spirit realm, it was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean. Moreover, she could feel that the sharp metal star key itself had not recovered its spirituality; forcing its activation consumed a huge amount of energy and carried the risk of being backlashed by the pollution.

”No... this won’t work at all.” Su Muxue’s heart sank. The pollution of the spirit realm was deep-rooted and almost integrated with the Sword Soul; ordinary methods would hardly take effect.

She remembered what was written in the Ling Cang Remnant Inscription—’Unless by the most Pure Sword Heart or the power of the star keys, it cannot be moved, it cannot be opened.’ Opening might only require power, but purification... might require something deeper.

A Pure Sword Heart? She was not a pure Sword Cultivator. The power of the star keys? Her strength seemed insufficient.

Was everything really going to fail at the last step?

Just as she was in a state of extreme anxiety, her gaze swept over those Taibai Disciples at the bottom of the pool who had long since turned to bone. Even in death, they maintained a posture of guardianship. Upon their white bones, there unexpectedly remained a faint, yet incredibly pure Sword Intent—it was the Sword Intent of sacrifice and protection, unyielding even after a hundred deaths, eternal through ten thousand years.

Looking again at the Sword Soul, which was tormented by filth and wailing constantly yet had still not completely fallen, a bold idea entered Su Muxue’s mind.

This Sword Soul was a manifestation condensed by the Taibai Sword Sect. Its Core might not just be power, but the manifestation of the entire Sect’s ’will’! Those filths eroded its power and distorted its form, yet they failed to completely obliterate the deeply hidden collective will belonging to the Taibai Sword Sect!

Purification might not be a forced expulsion, but... an awakening? Using a will of the same origin to help it cleanse itself?

But she was not a member of the Taibai Sect; how could she trigger that deeply hidden will?

Her gaze fell upon the token in her arms, which was already shattered but still retained a trace of Taibai’s aura (although the sword seal was used, the material and refining method still belonged to the Taibai lineage), and then she looked at the two floating star keys.

A plan that was almost a gamble took shape in her heart.

She would use this remnant token as a guide, the power of the star keys as a bridge, and her Taiyin Star Power to protect herself. Then... she would try to merge her Divine Thought into this tragic spirit realm to feel and resonate with that unyielding sword Soul of the Taibai Sword Sect hidden beneath the filth! By doing so, she would awaken the Sword Soul’s own will to resist, working from both the inside and outside to find a slim chance of purification!

This method was extremely dangerous! Once her Divine Thought merged into this polluted space, it would be very easy for her to be assimilated and eroded by the boundless despair and madness. At best, her Divine Soul would be heavily damaged; at worst, her Dao foundation would be polluted, and she would turn into a demon who only knew how to slaughter!

But looking at the sleeping Lin Mo in her arms and thinking of Nangong Xuan, who was surrounded and waiting for hope, Su Muxue’s gaze became incredibly firm.

She had no way back.

She sat cross-legged, placed the remnant token at her brow, with the two star keys floating on either side, and her Taiyin Star Power transformed into layers of ice crystals to protect her body and the outer perimeter of her Sea of Consciousness. Then, she let down her mental defenses and actively extended her Divine Thought like a spiderweb, cautiously reaching toward this wailing spirit realm to touch that endless pain and despair, searching for that faint yet stubborn... light.