At this point, if He Jingjing still couldn't discover the weirdness of the "system", then she would have lived two lives in vain. Although He Jingjing was stupid, she still took the hidden dangers that endangered her life very seriously.
From that moment on, He Jingjing began to doubt the "system." Over the past few years, under the pretext of traveling, she visited churches overseas and renowned Taoist temples in China. However, no matter where she went, the "system" showed no response.
He Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the "system" was not the "monster" she thought it was.
The "system" saw all of He Jingjing's fear. However, the "system" wasn't afraid. When He Jingjing agreed to let it take over her body, it already had the right to use her body. Unless it found a better host, He Jingjing's body would eventually become its own.
"System" was just a name it used to deceive He Jingjing. In fact, it was the residual soul of the evil cultivator that Zhou Yuanyuan and Xiaoyu had been searching for all these years. Before it became a soul, it had a domineering name, Ling Xiaotian.
Ling Xiaotian is a talented disciple of the Tiandao Sect. If it weren't for an accident, Ling Xiaotian might have already become a half-step immortal in his time and space.
Born with a fire-attributed spiritual root, Ling Xiaotian joined the Tiandao Sect at the age of five. Upon joining, due to his exceptional aptitude, the sect master accepted him as his last disciple. He lived up to the sect master's expectations, establishing his foundation at twenty, forming his elixir at sixty, reaching the Nascent Soul stage at one hundred and twenty, and achieving the Grand Nascent Soul stage at two hundred.
When striving for the Divine Transformation stage, a large number of magical weapons and elixirs are needed. Ling Xiaotian traveled around the Star Realm, on the one hand to consolidate his state of mind, and on the other hand to search for natural treasures. In an immortal ruin, Ling Xiaotian accidentally entered a trap and was sucked into a space-time rift.
All monks knew that, compared to the heavenly tribulation, the space-time rift was another terrifying existence. No monk who was caught in the space-time rift had ever been able to reappear before the public. In other words, after being caught in the space-time rift, the fate of the monk was death.
The strong wind from the space-time rift instantly ripped Ling Xiaotian's body to shreds. Luckily for him, he had an ancient magical weapon with him—the Soul-Nourishing Jade Pendant. The moment his body was destroyed, Ling Xiaotian had hidden his Nascent Soul within the Soul-Nourishing Jade Pendant.
The ancient magic weapon lived up to its name. The strong winds from the space-time rift could shred Ling Xiaotian's diamond-hard body, but they couldn't destroy the jade pendant. However, under the gale's ravages, the jade pendant's brilliance gradually faded. An unknown amount of time passed, but just as Ling Xiaotian felt his soul was nearly depleted, the jade pendant fell into He Jingjing's space-time.
Before Ling Xiaotian could even breathe a sigh of relief, he realized his soul was dissipating faster. Shocked, he discovered the soul-nourishing jade pendant was covered in cracks like a spider web.
Ling Xiaotian knew that he had to find something to replace the jade pendant as soon as possible, otherwise, he, a powerful Yuanying cultivator, might disappear between heaven and earth.
However, how easy is it to obtain a heaven-defying treasure like the Soul-Nourishing Jade Pendant? Ling Xiaotian's journey to obtain this jade pendant was difficult and bloody. As a powerful Yuanying cultivator, he had experienced many battles, in which countless lives were lost. Moreover, he was now just a remnant soul, with only one percent of his peak power, or perhaps even less.
Ling Xiaotian stayed in the jade pendant, not knowing whether the time and space he was in was still the starry world, nor whether the environment here was suitable for cultivators to survive. You know, there are some places without any spiritual energy, without a trace of spiritual energy, and cultivators rely on spiritual energy to maintain and improve their own strength. The place without any spiritual energy is the nightmare of all cultivators.
Ling Xiaotian waited day after day, but saw no one passing by his location. However, during his waiting days, Ling Xiaotian estimated that he should be on a small hillside. There were only some weeds near the jade pendant, not even a large tree.
After the cracks appeared on the soul-nourishing jade pendant, its nourishing effect on the soul had become negligible. Time passed day by day, and the waiting time was extremely difficult. What made it even more difficult for Ling Xiaotian was that his soul was getting weaker day by day. In desperation, Ling Xiaotian had to search his memories to see if he could find any way out of his current predicament.
Monks are different from ordinary people. Their sea of consciousness is like a library, capable of storing a vast amount of knowledge. Monks are accustomed to collecting various techniques and secret manuals, even though some of this knowledge may never be used in their lifetime. Monks also store knowledge differently than ordinary people. While ordinary people learn knowledge before storing it in their minds, monks don't. They place jade slips of knowledge on their foreheads, where they automatically enter their sea of consciousness. Monks only retrieve them when needed, and when not, they simply leave them there; after all, they're just small pieces of memory that don't take up much space.
Ling Xiaotian was the same. When he wasn't practicing, he'd often wander the streets, and if he saw a manual he didn't have, he'd buy one. Of course, some of Ling Xiaotian's manuals were stolen from others. It was common for cultivators to steal manuals, elixirs, and magical treasures from one another. If you weren't as skilled as your opponent, who could you blame for not being able to keep what you had? Those who didn't know what was best for them might even lose their lives.
Ling Xiaotian indeed saw a secret manual in his sea of consciousness. It was a cultivation method for an evil cultivator. If it were Ling Xiaotian in normal times, he would definitely scoff at such a method. As the closed disciple of the dignified Tiandao Sect's leader, a Nascent Soul cultivator who had reached the stage of half-step to becoming a god, with so many excellent methods at his disposal, how could he be interested in a method for an evil cultivator?
However, Ling Xiaotian, who was about to die, could not help but be ecstatic after seeing this martial arts book. Ling Xiaotian felt that this martial arts book was as if it was tailor-made for him.
Ling Xiaotian was a Nascent Soul cultivator. When his physical body was destroyed, Ling Xiaotian's Nascent Soul had 72 hours to find a lower-level cultivator with good spiritual roots to possess. Unfortunately, Ling Xiaotian was trapped within a space-time rift, his own life in danger. How could he find a suitable cultivator? Thus, he missed the perfect opportunity to possess another cultivator.
After emerging from the space-time rift, Ling Xiaotian's spirit was still quite powerful, ready to attempt a body possession. Unfortunately, the soul-nourishing jade pendant had landed in some godforsaken place, with no one in sight. Trapped within the jade pendant, Ling Xiaotian couldn't escape easily. Only by destroying the pendant could he regain his freedom. However, this freedom came at a price. If he couldn't find a target within twelve hours, his soul would be shattered.
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