This is a sword technique that targets the soul. When mastered, it has immense destructive power over the soul and can kill without leaving a trace.
Moreover, cultivating this sword technique is essentially about tempering one's soul. Although Ye Sisi's soul is quite strong, it's not strong enough, so this sword technique came at just the right time.
She said, "After going through so much hardship and suffering, how could I not gain something extra?"
Her situation is also different from others, such as Ouyang Yanyu. After they reached the Nascent Soul stage, they all separated their second primordial spirit. As long as they refine a new physical body, they can completely split into two. Although most people would not choose to do this, it is a different matter from her not being able to do so.
When she first reached the stage of splitting her soul, she did have a second primordial spirit, but it inexplicably merged into the petals between her eyebrows, so having it was as if she didn't have one.
Although she didn't know what would happen if she had a second primordial spirit, her soul would definitely be stronger, and she would be able to do other things. It was impossible for her to create a clone to go out and eat and drink now, but it was a good thing to make her primordial spirit stronger.
Even this nameless sword technique is quite painful to practice, comparable to the Soul Millstone we encountered in the Sealed Spirit Galaxy.
Before she could think any further, the golden words in front of her transformed into a stream of light and entered her head.
The tiny, cute text automatically arranges itself, then instantly disassembles itself.
Horizontal, vertical, left-falling, right-falling, hook, dot—all the strokes are transformed into tiny, uniquely shaped swords, standing obediently in a row.
Ye Sisi felt a pang of pain in her teeth. This unknown ancestor was truly thoughtful, even preparing the sword energy needed to cultivate this sword technique. But she was afraid of the pain.
Looking around, there was still nothing there, and unlike the bare land and stone walls before, there was only a misty fog here.
It seems I won't be able to leave without mastering this sword technique. Oh well, what's done is done. It's better than nothing. I'll just close my eyes and let it pass.
Thinking this, she took the initiative to practice the sword technique according to the golden characters she had seen before.
A portion of the golden swords began to move around as the technique circulated. Hey, it doesn't seem to hurt that much; it's much better than she imagined.
The next moment, more than a dozen golden swords flew rapidly through Ye Sisi's sea of consciousness, their sharp tips carving patterns in the invisible sea of time. Ye Sisi broke out in a cold sweat and bit her lip hard to keep herself from screaming.
However, she did not give up, otherwise it would be too much of a loss. She had already gone through the pain, so she had to see some results.
As the technique slowly circulated, almost all the small swords in the characters began to move. The dense, throbbing pain made her body tremble, physiological tears slid down her cheeks, and bright red blood spilled from between her lips and teeth.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Sisi voluntarily withdrew from the excruciating pain, her small face drained of all color.
Its big, watery eyes looked like black grapes just pulled from the water, but it also made it look a little pitiful.
For some reason, Ye Sisi felt a little wronged. Why was her cultivation so difficult? Wasn't there a painless cultivation method? She might as well give up and let whoever wanted to practice the Ghost Sword Technique do it; she wasn't going to put up with it anymore.
He quickly activated the Soul Nourishing Technique he had been practicing. Although the Soul Nourishing Technique did not significantly increase the growth of the soul, it was painless to practice and made him feel comfortable all over. Especially now, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought.
As the needle-like pain subsided, color returned to Ye Sisi's face, and she was back to her peak condition. She let out a long sigh and then fell backward to the ground. Fine, she wouldn't let herself go out then. Anyway, she wasn't going to practice anymore. Whether or not she had a soul attack wasn't that important. At worst, she could just spend more time cultivating the Soul Nourishing Technique in the future.
She's a transmigrator, after all, and quite possibly a reincarnation of a legendary god. So what if she gives up? She'll go all the way, battered and bruised. But now that her body doesn't have to suffer anymore, her soul is going to suffer. What sins did she commit in her past life? Anyway, no one can help her. She's just not going to cultivate anymore.
The air fell into a deathly silence. Ye Sisi asked Wuhen to keep an eye on the surroundings in case of any accidents, while she herself fell into a deep sleep. The long-term high-intensity training had left her body and soul exhausted. Even a cultivator with a strong physique could not resist this kind of fatigue.
Just when everyone thought they could finally rest, this happened again. Anyone would be mentally exhausted, and Ye Sisi was no exception.
Wuhen, dressed in black, sat cross-legged beside Ye Sisi. His cold, sharp eyes warily scanned the surroundings. As Ye Sisi's natal magic weapon, he knew all too well how hard Ye Sisi worked.
Even if she weren't human, he felt that the young girl was being too hard on herself. She should sleep as much as she could; being too tense would be detrimental to her cultivation.
Ye Sisi slept very soundly, and when she woke up again, she felt comfortable all over.
Looking around, apart from Wuhen still sitting beside him, the surroundings were still shrouded in mist.
"Henhen, I've tried so hard, but after all these years, my cultivation level is still only at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm. When will I be able to cultivate to the Tribulation Transcending realm?"
Wuhen paused for a moment before saying, "You're too eager for quick success. You're not even thirty yet, and you're already moving very fast. I know what you're worried about, but didn't you say that if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up? You're not that tall one, and no one is asking you to be that tall one. There's no need to rush."
Ye Sisi rested her chin on her hand: "Of course I'm worried about the Demon-Slaying Land, but I'm not cultivating so hard because of the Heavenly Rift or anything. I just miss my fifth senior brother and want to bring him back as soon as possible, that's all. But the higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to cultivate. So many years have passed, and my cultivation level is still only at the Refinement Void stage. What if, what if the Spirit Realm falls before I can bring my fifth senior brother back, and I die? Then I'll never see him again in this lifetime."
Wuhen remained silent. He couldn't understand the emotions between humans, the life and death, and that a cultivator should have taken it all in stride long ago. However, he could sense Ye Sisi's pain.
In fact, he had noticed the changes in Ye Sisi. When he first started following Ye Sisi, she was lively and cheerful, a little mischievous and cunning, kind but not saintly, with strange ideas. She was like a little sun, making people happy just by looking at her.
But everything changed after the death of Chixiao's master. Even though it was the same face, the carefree smile of the past was rarely seen anymore, as if the Ye Sisi of the past had been left behind on the day the master of Chixiao died.
Okay, that doesn't seem right either. Human emotions are too complex for a spirit to understand. In situations like this, silence is best.
Seeing that Wuhen remained silent, Ye Sisi continued, "Henhen, why isn't the reward for clearing the level something like a hundred years of cultivation? If it were, I could merge with the body in no time. This sword technique is good, but I don't really need it."
Wuhen remained silent. A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; don't speak when a woman is unhappy. This was a lesson he had learned after so many years as a sword spirit.
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