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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.