System Possession, One Sword Shocks the Gods

As the final intent fell, the remnant Soul phantom suddenly brightened, as if in a final flash of brilliance, then shattered with a boom, transforming into countless points of light flashing with the true meaning of Nirvana, rushing into Ye Chen’s Sea of Consciousness between his brows like moths to a flame!

”Senior!” Ye Chen’s heart shook as he felt a vast and cold Sword Intent surge in, which was the most essential exposition and understanding of the ”Nirvana” rule.

On the broken sword, the pure Nirvana Sword Intent that had lingered for who knows how many ten thousand years dissipated completely. The rusty sword body seemed to lose its last bit of spirituality, and with a ”click,” it snapped in the middle, turning into fragments of ordinary iron that scattered into nothingness.

He had used his own existence as the price to pave the way for Ye Chen to reach a deeper level of Nirvana Sword Intent!

Ye Chen closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, his aura instantly becoming faint. He no longer deliberately circulated the power of Chaos, but completely let go of his mind, immersing himself in the Nirvana Legacy that was pouring in.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the chaos ancestral talisman was still suspended, but its radiance was restrained. In its place was a dark Void Realm that constantly generated and destroyed, enacting the scene of the end of all things. He seemed to have become an Incarnation of one of the stars within it heading towards Nirvana, feeling the dissipation of light and heat, the disintegration of matter, and finally returning to cold nothingness; he also seemed to have become an Incarnation of a thread of consciousness about to dissipate, feeling the blurring of memories, the stripping away of emotions, and finally turning into absolute blankness.

This was an extremely dangerous comprehension; a moment of carelessness could lead to being truly assimilated by that Nirvana intent, with his Divine Soul completely sinking and returning to nothingness.

Ye Chen guarded the last trace of clarity in his mind, using his supreme Sword Intent as a guide, constantly struggling, comprehending, and stripping away within the Nirvana illusion.

He realized that Nirvana was not mere destruction, but a kind of ”reset,” a process of energy and matter returning from ”being” to ”nothing,” an inevitability for the Universe to maintain balance. His Guixu Sword Intent originally focused more on ”devouring” and ”assimilating,” but now, it was transforming towards the more essential ”ending” and ”reset.”

The nascent Nirvana Sword Intent around his body began to undergo subtle changes. Its color became deeper and more restrained, no longer attached to the Chaos Qi, but independent, as if forming an invisible ”Nirvana Domain” that isolated everything around him. Within this Domain, even the concepts of time and space seemed to become faint.

On the flying boat, Iron Battle and the others held their breath, not daring to make a sound. They saw Ye Chen sitting there, his aura becoming weaker and weaker, until finally it was almost imperceptible, as if he had passed away, merging with the ancient remains around him. But they could also feel an unsettling, cold Sword Intent that seemed capable of freezing the Soul, slowly spreading from Ye Chen as the center, making this already deathly silent Void Realm even more unsettling.

It was unknown how much time had passed, perhaps an instant, perhaps an eternity.

Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes!

In the depths of his pupils, it seemed as if two miniature Universes were heading towards their final heat death, an expanse of cold and deathly silence. But in this ultimate ”nothingness,” there was also a glimmer of undying light, like a Nirvana singularity, containing incredible vitality.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape.

At his fingertips, there was no brilliance, no energy fluctuation, only an absolute ”emptiness.” That emptiness was not simple darkness, but a region where even ”existence” itself was negated.

He gently slashed at the Void Realm in front of him.

There was no sound, no light and shadow, and no spatial rift.

But along the trajectory where his fingertips passed, the feeling of that Void Realm suddenly became ”different” from other places. It was as if the ”existence” there had been temporarily ”erased,” forming a subtle, absolute trajectory of ”nothingness.”