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

A majestic and vast Sword Intent, like a bursting flood, instantly filled the entire passage! But this Sword Intent was not an attack; instead, it transformed into countless illusory sword shadows, like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water, pulling Su Muxue and Lin Mo’s consciousness into a strange illusion!

It was not a battlefield of slaughter, but an endless, vast, and lonely void.

Ahead, the figure of Ling Xiao’s remnant Soul condensed. Though blurred, he stood straight as a sword, holding the phantom of a divine sword that shone through the ages.

”Sword Heart Trial, First Question—” Ling Xiao’s figure emitted a grand Dao sound, like a great bell striking deep into their Divine Souls. ”Where the Dao lies, though ten thousand people oppose, will you go?”

As the Dao sound fell, endless silence and pressure surged from all directions, as if to completely erase and assimilate their will, returning them to nothingness. This was the most fundamental interrogation of the Dao Heart! Could they still hold fast to their original heart and move forward with their swords in the face of absolute emptiness and despair?

Su Muxue seemed to see the back of Nangong Xuan resolutely turning away again, feeling that bone-deep coldness and sorrow. But this time, that extreme cold did not make her sink; instead, it transformed into an unprecedented determination. Her Profound Yin Immortal Body operated spontaneously, and the clear light of the ice moon flowed from her brow. She slowly raised her head, her ice-blue eyes containing only pure, unquestionable resolve:

”Where the Dao points, I shall not regret even nine deaths.”

Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster flickered slightly in the illusion. His consciousness seemed to return to that Chaos that nurtured all things—no good or evil, no beginning or end. But at the core of this Chaos, there was a point of eternal spiritual light; it was the self belonging to ’Lin Mo’, the obsession to protect his mother and explore the Great Dao. The chaos dao seed rotated slowly, embracing silence while also giving rise to life. His intent was calm yet powerful:

”I guard my own Dao, and I move forward by myself.”

Boom!

The illusion shook slightly, and the endless pressure of silence receded like a tide.

Ling Xiao’s figure seemed to nod slightly.

”Good.”

”Sword Heart Trial, Second Question—” The divine sword phantom was raised, its tip pointing at them. ”What is a sword?”

In an instant, countless understandings, insights, and scenes regarding the sword flooded into their consciousness! There were swords of slaughter, swords of protection, swords of kingship, swords of grass and trees, swords within the heart... varied and complex, as vast as the sea!

This was questioning their fundamental understanding of the ’sword’, as well as verifying their Dao Hearts!

Su Muxue gazed at the divine sword phantom. Before her eyes flashed the Sect’s sword scriptures, her own insights of turning Profound Yin ice into swords, and even more, the brilliant light of Nangong Xuan’s final, resolute strike. She spoke slowly, her voice cold as ice yet containing a certain profound truth:

”The sword is a tool, and it is also the heart. Externally it slashes through delusions; internally it slashes through Heart Demons. My sword is for decisiveness, for protection, and for... not failing others.”

Lin Mo’s intent was immersed in the state of the chaos dao seed deducing the Origin of all things: ”A sword is sharpness, it is oneness. When gathered, it is indestructible; when dispersed, it evolves into all directions. In the heart, it is a thought; in the Dao, it is the edge. Chaos can be a sword, and nirvana can be the edge.”

The two’s answers were completely different, yet both pointed directly to their hearts and aligned with their own Daos.

The divine sword phantom in Ling Xiao’s hand emitted a joyful, light hum.

”Good!”

”Sword Heart Trial, Final Question—” Ling Xiao’s figure became incredibly solemn, and the divine sword phantom shone with ten thousand rays of light, as if it were about to split this endless void. ”If the path ahead is certain death, what is the use of holding the sword?”

This was the most cruel question! It negated all previous persistence and meaning, pointing directly to the ultimate nothingness!

Su Muxue’s body trembled slightly, ripples appearing in her frozen heart lake. Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster also stagnated.

Certain death? What use is holding the sword?