Starting with the Sword Ancestor System: Xiao Yan, Your Harem is Mine!

170: Secluded cultivation, the sword’s stillness begins to melt.Inside the quiet room, time seemed to lose its meaning.

Li Ao sat cross-legged, his consciousness completely immersed in the vast and conflicting ocean of energy within his body. His cultivation base as a Peak Five-Star Dou Zun was like a dam filled with floodwaters, while the newborn nirvana star core was a bottomless vortex in the center of the dam, frantically swallowing all surrounding energy and transforming it into pure Nirvana Power, albeit power filled with the will of destruction.

This power was unrivaled, yet wild and untamable.

”I cannot let it lead me around any longer.” Li Ao recalled the saber slash that shattered star rivers deep within his Soul, and the wailing warning transmitted by his blade soul, making his will firmer than ever before.

His primary task was to thoroughly familiarize himself with and gain initial control over this newborn nirvana star core. This was not easy; the star core seemed to possess its own will, and the Nirvana Intent it exuded constantly eroded his consciousness, attempting to assimilate him into a Puppet that knew only destruction.

Li Ao used powerful Soul Power to construct layers of defense, carefully contacting and guiding the star core’s power like the most patient animal trainer. He no longer tried to forcefully command it, but instead sought to understand the pattern of its operation, sensing the profound Universal truth contained within ”the end”—that destruction was not pure malice, but also a part of Reincarnation, an inevitable process where old order collapses to make way for new life.

This process was slow and difficult; every touch of Mental Energy was like dancing on a knife’s edge. The Nirvana Power would backlash if he was even slightly careless, leaving icy wounds in his Meridians. But Li Ao gritted his teeth and persevered, relying on the secret techniques recorded in the Nirvana Heavenly Scripture and his own tenacious will, deepening his connection with the star core little by little.

Gradually, the violent gray Qi flow ceased its relentless assault and began to circulate slowly through specific Meridians under his guidance. Although still bone-chillingly cold, it now possessed the rudimentary form of ”controllability.” His comprehension of the Nirvana Law also steadily improved during this painstaking effort.

At the same time, he began the true meaning of ”reclaiming the Blade Way.”

His consciousness arrived deep within his Sea of Consciousness, where the fragmented blade ancestor system light mass was still dim and covered in cracks. However, at its core, a faint golden light stubbornly flickered—that was the immortal Origin of the blade soul.

”Old friend, I have wronged you.” Li Ao communicated softly with his Soul voice, carrying a trace of apology and determination. He mobilized a thread of the Nirvana Power he had just begun to tame, not for attack, but transforming it into the finest ”carving knife” and ”grindstone.” He carefully peeled away the Impurities and decay that had accumulated on the surface of the blade soul light mass due to its long dormancy.

This was an extremely delicate and dangerous process, requiring control over the Nirvana Power to reach the level of minutiae. The Nirvana Power would damage the blade soul’s Foundation if there was the slightest deviation.

”Hiss...” A faint sound, like rust being scraped away, emanated from the Soul level. The blade soul light mass trembled slightly, conveying a complex feeling of both pain and relief. That thread of Nirvana Power, under Li Ao’s precise manipulation, acted like the most skilled surgical blade, accurately shaving off the deep-seated ailments without harming the core in the slightest.

After removing the Impurities, Li Ao began to slowly nourish and repair the cracks in the blade soul using his own purest Soul Origin Power, mixed with threads of pure Nirvana energy (acting as a special catalyst).

This was an even more protracted process. Day after day, Li Ao repeated the steps of removal, nourishment, and repair, like the most devoted craftsman. The cracks on the blade soul light mass began to close up thread by thread at a visibly slow rate. Its light gradually brightened from dimness, the golden hue becoming purer and more dazzling, and a long-dormant sharpness began to slowly awaken.

He did not know how much time had passed, perhaps one month, perhaps two.