Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but turn his head along with his movements, and he was really curious about what his Nascent Soul was doing.
He didn't have to wait long. The little Yuanying dragged another rattan chair out of the room. He shoved it towards Luo Jiujiang's spirit, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell, clearly exhausted. After completing these tasks, he sat back in his chair and waved at Luo Jiujiang's spirit, like a generous host, magnanimously indicating that his guests could eat as much as they wanted. He was treating everyone to a private meal today.
Luo Jiujiang... Luo Jiujiang had to struggle very hard to prevent himself from bursting out laughing.
He wanted to laugh, but at the same time he felt strange and a little surprised by what he saw: Oh my gosh! His Nascent Soul had become a spirit ahead of time!
But even though this little Nascent Soul was already so autonomous, Luo Jiujiang could still feel that he could control it.
No, it doesn't seem quite accurate to say that he was controlling it. In fact, the feeling of being connected by blood and having his qi pulled in made Luo Jiujiang certain that it was a part of him without even having to try it himself.
Just like when a person is absorbed in thinking, he may unconsciously tap the pen on the inkstone on his desk. On normal days, he may not always remember to breathe, but the tapping of the pen never stops, and breathing will not suddenly stop just because you don't think about it.
But whenever you want, you can take your hand away from the wolf hair brush and smooth out the rice paper instead. You can also change the rhythm of your breathing and hold your breath or take deep breaths.
To Luo Jiujiang, the little Yuanying is like the hand that knocks the pen when distracted, and it can breathe independently even without paying special attention to it.
But Luo Jiujiang only needs one thought——
In an instant, Luo Jiujiang felt that he was split into two, the two selves sitting face to face, the two selves facing each other and smiling at themselves. His spiritual sense instantly "saw through" the aura and freshness of the plate of grapes on the table, and his Nascent Soul smelled the faint scent of grape juice at the tip of its nose.
He didn't need to distract himself to manipulate a particular body—just like walking up the stairs doesn't require thinking about which foot to step with. Luo Jiujiang's thoughts, actions, and even information all naturally became two parts, yet these two parts were harmoniously unified.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang re-recognized himself with an unprecedented perception.
Just as Luo Jiujiang's spiritual consciousness attached itself to his Nascent Soul, rolling clouds of disaster suddenly floated over from the end of the sky.
When Luo Jiujiang first formed his Nascent Soul, he was trapped in the Primordial Chaos, a state of no return, untouched by the heavens and earth, and therefore avoided being struck by lightning. But now, he had merged with his Nascent Soul, and his realm was far beyond the Nascent Soul's early stages. How could he hide it in the bright sunlight?
The thunderclouds rolled in like waves, with a grand formation. The momentum was so intimidating that many cultivators far away felt the hairs on their backs stand up when they saw it, and those who were closer felt even colder hands and feet.
At the same moment, the same thought flashed through the minds of all the monks in the Holy Land: Who is it? Who is this powerful person?!
Luo Jiujiang was completely unaware of these thoughts.
Luo Jiujiang felt so mysterious and ethereal at this moment. With just a thought from his mind, in response to his sudden enlightenment, the sun on top and the bright moon on the bottom in his dantian burst out with dazzling light at the same time!
Remember, Luo Jiujiang cultivates humanity.
After looking at all the people in the world, he finally turned his gaze away from everyone in the world and looked at himself so intently.
In an instant, countless thoughts floated in Luo Jiujiang's sea of consciousness, and hundreds of pieces of information fragments obtained from himself poured into his mind at the same time. Luo Jiujiang was neither happy nor angry, neither sad nor laughing. He seemed to be in a trance, or just in deep thought.
This is me... Luo Jiujiang thought: I am the son of the Qidao Luo family, the disciple of the Spirit Snake Master, and the Taoist companion of Shenlong Qianling. I am a friend of Brother Xie and Brother Yin, a student of Qinglong Academy, the elder brother of the Five Elements Essence, the owner of the Yin and Yang Dao Source, and the one who will, will—
The apocalypse, seemingly arriving from the future, trailed off in a long, indistinct melody, yet surrounded by a holy white band of light. Before Luo Jiujiang could grasp the sudden flash of thought, the distinctive sound of thunder tribulation echoed through the sky.
The voice forcibly interrupted the glimpse that Luo Jiujiang had seen in his meditation, which foreshadowed the fleeting lights and shadows of the future. Luo Jiujiang came back to his senses a little, casually lifted the rattan curtain hanging in front of the cave and walked out, without even a trace of nervousness in his eyes.
He stood on a flat, open space, without any defensive magical weapons or formations. He looked up, as if ready to confront the dark, calamity-inducing clouds in the sky. Then, strangely enough, under his gaze, the clouds slowly faded from their ink-black color.
In the calamity clouds that had faded from inky black, a silver light like a blade flashed in it.
"That's it." Luo Jiujiang laughed heartily, "I'm a swordsman, so this is how it should be."
He is the son of the clan leader, the disciple of the world master, Qianling's fellow Taoist, and a friend of many people... But if you strip away the many identities given to him by the outside world and all living beings, Luo Jiujiang standing here facing him is just a swordsman.
When Luo Jiujiang uttered the word "swordsman", the two drops of Tao source in his dantian also emitted sharp light at the same time!
Luo Jiujiang pressed the snow-white sword against his waist. Before the first bolt of lightning struck, he had already unsheathed his sword, the blade pointed upward. There was no trace of fear or hesitation in his expression, only an eagerness to try, which urged the blade to move silently.
Facing the first lightning bolt as sharp as a spear, Luo Jiujiang said in a carefree voice: "Thank God for seeing my heart is happy, and now I am also asking God to test my sword!"
The author has something to say: There was a sudden power outage at six o'clock. I was so scared that I thought the manuscript would never come back...
Fortunately, fortunately_(:3∠)_
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