Demon Sword Immortal

But that's not the case. Clearly, because Bai Xiang's cultivation level has been continuously improved, her perspective has also been elevated to a level far exceeding that of the two saints, which is why she was able to capture the process in more detail.

She did not waste this opportunity, standing quietly above the great river to experience it. This allowed her mental cultivation to continue to improve with the surge of the tide, and consequently, the boundaries of her spiritual world—that is, the 'Palace of Non-Thoughts'—were also constantly expanding.

Theoretically, this expansion is happening at a very fast pace, more than three times faster than before she arrived here, and dozens of times faster than before she devoured the two saints, and the efficiency is still increasing.

However, this boundary appears to be almost stationary.

The flow of the great river, the movement of the illusory light, and the spread of the explosion all became contrasts at this moment. Although they looked like slow motion and PowerPoint presentations, the expansion of the 'Palace of Non-Thoughts' was not visible under this contrast, which shows that its expansion speed was far from keeping up with the speed of the tidal waves.

If this situation continues, it will undoubtedly lead to a rather bad outcome: the two saints' plan will be half successful. That is, although they themselves will not gain any benefit and will be devoured by Bai Xiang, they will have indeed successfully triggered this catastrophe. The spread of the catastrophe will destroy everything that exists between the main world and the void, and this destruction will be more ferocious and more thorough than any previous tidal wave.

The reason? Naturally, it comes from the shattered Heavenly Dao.

The balance between order and disorder has perhaps been so thoroughly disrupted for the first time. In order to restore them completely, it is only natural that they must first be completely destroyed. In this process, all living beings that depend on them become insignificant, and all races and spirits will perish along with them.

Bai Zhuqing hid within Bai Xiang's inner world. All 361 Qi Sea Stars in her body perfectly overlapped with every acupoint on Bai Xiang's body. This meant that her spirit and flesh had achieved a kind of Qi transformation similar to a sword pellet or mist in a mysterious way, and she allowed the result of the Qi transformation to be absorbed into Bai Xiang's body as part of himself.

Here, she can gain 100% of Bai Xiang's physical senses, and perhaps also 100% of Bai Xiang's spiritual insights. However, since she needs to retain a part of herself in order to separate it back in the future, how much of those insights she can understand depends on her own destiny.

This was hardly a pleasant experience. The insights Bai Xiang gained from devouring the two saints were far beyond Bai Zhuqing's comprehension, leaving her only with a vague understanding. At this moment, Bai Xiang was frantically devouring and comprehending the mysteries of the Void, and Bai Zhuqing simply couldn't comprehend these insights at all.

This realization was so profound that it could not be expressed in any language or writing. It was transmitted into her heart entirely through telepathy. One second she had a sudden realization and felt "Ah, so that's how it is," and the next second she was completely blank, as if she had forgotten everything she had just understood.

Not to mention that this situation was ongoing. Bai Zhuqing would understand and then forget, forget and then understand again. The human figures that appeared in her inner vision had various expressions, sometimes crazy and excited, sometimes silly and foolish. But she had no way to control or stop this process.

It's practically like being force-fed knowledge, and the kind of knowledge that's stuffed in but not digested and then expelled—a double torment of mind and body.

But before she could properly complain, Bai Zhuqing sensed that things had changed again.

She felt that Bai Xiang was controlling his body to take a step forward. Each step seemed very short, but in terms of time and space, it was no less than crossing a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years.

This sudden advance quickly encountered some resistance, so Bai Xiang took out the 'Fei Xiang Tian' sword, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and compared the tip of the blade to the tip of his heart, using the advantage of his heart to break through the resistance and continue his advance with even greater difficulty.

During this process, a large amount of turbulent currents, illusory light, and even the void itself were torn apart by the sword's edge like waves. They first surged apart from both sides of the blade, and then rolled back from Bai Xiang's side and rear, washing and refining her body back and forth, while simultaneously cleansing her consciousness and soul.

Bai Zhuqing received 100% feedback without even asking. She was initially bewildered, then felt as if she had been thrown into a high-speed washing machine. Before she could realize what was happening, she was being tumbled and spun around in it, mixed with all sorts of information. Her mind kept imagining onomatopoeic words like "glug glug" and "gurgle," and she was being swept away, losing half her life.

It's no exaggeration to say that she barely survived, because after rolling around for a while, a strange thought suddenly popped into her mind: she actually started to see the relationship between Bai Xiang and Qing'er from Bai Xiang's perspective.

What does this mean? It means that her soul and consciousness are being mixed together with Bai Xiang's soul and consciousness in this churning and stirring. Her self-awareness will gradually be confused in this mixing, and in the end she will not be able to distinguish whether she is Bai Zhuqing or Bai Xiang. The most serious consequence is that the concept of Bai Zhuqing will be completely enveloped and swallowed up by the concept of Bai Xiang.

That would be absolutely unacceptable to Bai Zhuqing.

If the situation requires her to make sacrifices, such as letting Bai Xiang eat her, refine her, or turn her into clones, she wouldn't even blink an eye.

But it's clearly not necessary now!

How could she just be refined and digested like that...? She was waiting to get out and enjoy the peace and tranquility after the great battle was over! She absolutely couldn't just disappear like that!

"Glug glug... It can't be refined..."

"Gibberish... I'm Qing'er... not my older sister..."

Bai Zhuqing's consciousness spun wildly inside the 'washing machine,' and she barely managed to hold onto that bit of herself only because of her unwavering will.

Then everything went dark again. She projected her consciousness back to the outside of Bai Xiang's body and found that all the turbulence, illusions, and mist around her had disappeared.

The outside world became pitch black and deathly silent. Nothing could be seen or heard. There were no reference points or comparisons. Even the sound of breathing and all tactile sensations disappeared.

"elder sister?"

Bai Zhuqing first recovered from the dizzying debuff, and then tentatively tried to call out to Bai Xiang.

no answer.

At first, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that the disconnection was temporary and that Bai would soon find a way to solve the problem.

However, without a frame of reference, time and space lose their meaning here. With only thoughts operating freely, Bai Zhuqing quickly loses her grasp of the temporal scale.

Gradually, she lost track of how much time had passed. It felt like ten days, thirty days, or thirty years had gone by, but in reality, it might have only been thirty seconds or three minutes... She couldn't tell which feeling was correct.

At first, she was able to resist the loneliness by constantly thinking about happy things and fighting against it with those memories.

But soon, this solace was not enough to resist the invasion of loneliness. Bai Zhuqing had to start to make some slight modifications to her memories, making them more colorful and colorful in the development of the plot, in order to relieve her worries and boredom.

She couldn't remember how many times she had repeated this behavior, until one day she could no longer bear the boredom and began to imagine even crazier and more outrageous real-life scenarios based on her own processing.

At this point, her mental and physical will was on the verge of collapse. She could barely maintain a complete personality or a whole self. The only thing that could barely hold onto her beliefs under these circumstances was the most primal human desire.

In other words, she was frantically creating fantasies about her older sister.

Whether it's the face or any other part...

It's her hair, her hands, her feet, her beautiful and alluring golden eyes, her snow-white eyelashes like tiny fans, her slender and curved white eyebrows, or her high and delicate nose, her perfectly proportioned lips, her long and slender fingers and nails...

Bai Zhuqing had thought about everything more than ten thousand times. She rose and fell amidst the turbulent desires of the world, living in a daze, until finally she lost interest in even such things. Her thoughts gradually solidified and stagnated, and she was almost completely dead.

It was at this moment that she sensed that thing.

It was a thought, a power, a self-realization of "no matter what happens, I will persevere." This power seemed so small yet so vast. Bai Zhuqing woke up almost the instant she came into contact with it, and incidentally, through it, she saw fragments of memories that should not have belonged to her at all.

This is a memory that belongs to my older sister...

Bai Zhuqing was stunned, because this contained not only Bai Xiang's memories of his second life, but also his insights gained from his ten years of perseverance while bedridden.

"Does my sister call this a supernatural ability...?"

"Absolute control within her own sphere of influence—no wonder her cultivation progressed so rapidly; there was no bottleneck at all."

Those ten years of enlightenment were the origin of the supernatural abilities of the soul, which Bai Zhuqing greatly coveted.

This is an obvious fact—if she could have the same superpower, her cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds, and she could do whatever she wanted. Naturally, she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to catch up with Bai Xiang or accompany her on her journey. So, of course, she wanted the same ability.

She tried to see if she could have this realization herself, but failed.

She had to turn to other avenues, such as seeking breakthroughs through the Way of Atomization, the Way of Splitting Light, the Way of Sword Pellet Controlling Qi, and the Way of Perception inherited from her aunt.

But they all failed, and failed miserably.

Clearly, when placed within the historical framework of major civilizations, or even within different universes and worldviews, these talents certainly qualify as top-tier.

However, that's not enough.

Far from enough.

Bai Xiang's supernatural ability is a very mysterious thing. It completely transcends the limits of talent, as well as the limits of all techniques, all paths, and all supernatural powers. It may be a unique case that could only be born by chance in countless universes and countless worlds. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how she awakened this thing among so many people with ALS. Bai Zhuqing suspects that the true level of this thing is actually higher than Gui Xu. Compared with it, all the talents that she is proud of are not even worthy of carrying its shoes.

What the hell do you mean by popping up here to tempt me?

Bai Zhuqing had long been driven mad by the torment of endless darkness, endless time and space, and endless loneliness. Her ability to think rationally after being rescued was merely a last gasp of life. After realizing that she could not actually be guided to learn this ability, she immediately chose to give up and began to unleash her imagination without any scruples, projecting all her previous crazy fantasies into her supernatural powers.

Isn't it just a competition of talent?

What's so great!

Although my talent is quite ordinary by this standard, and I'm certainly not worthy of carrying your shoes, I am quite confident in one aspect: my love for my sister!

What? Can't this be considered a unique talent?

If Bai were to find out Bai Zhuqing's current mental state—or rather, if anyone were to judge him—they would surely conclude that he has completely lost his mind.

crazy.

Silly.

It's not normal.

But it is precisely this abnormality, and only this most extreme abnormality, that allows an individual named Bai Zhuqing to retain his self within an infinitely stretched period of time.

She can ignore and forget everything here, even forgetting who she is and her own name, but she will always remember the white-haired figure that lingers in her heart, and will never lose her longing for her.

"Almost there... This thing is simpler than I thought."

"Hmm? Qing'er?"

"What exactly...is...you?"

Just then, Bai Xiang's voice came from the depths of his heart.

At first, he spoke in that calm tone, but the further he went, the more astonished he became, even starting to stutter, as if he had seen something more profound, mysterious, and terrifying than the Void of Return—the origin of the world.

But you can't say that this isn't scary, right?

Because they were of the same body and mind, and their spirits were connected, after the separation was lifted, all the thoughts that her sister had made in her loneliness, including those most despicable fantasies, were also poured into Bai Xiang's mind, which was simply invading and polluting her spirit.

And this time it's clearly different from the past.

In the past, no matter how crazy Xiao Nizi was, Bai Xiang could easily suppress her with his supernatural powers, controlling her with one hand.

This time, however, this tide of human desires possessed a power similar to divine soul abilities. The influence it instilled was difficult for divine soul abilities to remove, and it was directly and brutally displaying its image to Bai Xiang.

Because this thing is born in a state of recklessness. It doesn't care about any prejudice or any gaze. It feels extremely proud and honored by its madness and obsession. These emotions completely filled Bai Xiang's heart and filled her up, to the point that even a powerful being like her, who had almost achieved the Dao, had to briefly show a look of astonishment, experiencing embarrassment, anger, surprise, and even shyness like an ordinary mortal, a woman.

It wasn't serious, but it was enough to interrupt Bai Xiang's process of transforming into a Daoist. When she suddenly came to her senses from this shame and indignation, she realized that what she had always thought was 'simple' was actually the most dangerous.

Without the infusion of pure human desire to awaken her, she would inevitably lose all humanity in the process. At that time, Bai Xiang would certainly become the ruler of Guixu and attain the Dao of Taixuan, but she would no longer be the original her.

"Sister...Auntie!"

Before he could react, a tingling sensation ran through all the acupoints in his body, and a petite girl suddenly separated from his body, rushing up to hug Bai Xiang tightly.

"I miss you...I miss you so much..."

"Don't go...don't leave..."

Compared to before, Bai Zhuqing's physique and appearance have undergone subtle changes.

Originally, her height should have been similar to Bai Xiang's. After years of nurturing, her figure and appearance have matured somewhat compared to her younger days.

But now all those characteristics have regressed.

This is because Bai Zhuqing has almost completely forgotten all her memories of this period—she can't even remember what she should look like anymore.

Therefore, the image she manifests at this moment is not her own doing, but rather determined by Bai Xiang—derived from the memories Bai Xiang has most vividly associated with her.

Then... he was undoubtedly a tagalong from my youth.

The most naive period, the most frenzied period, the most unrestrained and carefree period, and also the most speechless, helpless, and disheartening period.

Faced with his sister's enthusiasm yet fear, Bai Xiang was momentarily taken aback.

The other person was holding her so tightly, their hands seemed to want to break her waist, and their head was buried deep in their chest. They were convulsing and crying while muttering incoherent nonsense, venting their frustrations wildly.

"..."

Bai Xiang gradually came to understand some things.

For the first time, she felt a pang of guilt, wondering if bringing her younger sister in to comprehend the profound mysteries had been too cruel to her.

She herself can persevere, even if that darkness and loneliness continues, she can persevere until the end of time.

But Qing'er might get confused.

You either integrate into this concept or forget everything and disappear completely.

The dangers of comprehending the profound mysteries were beyond expectations. Her mere Divine Palace cultivation should have been easily crushed by the Wheel of Time like dust, but she managed to survive thanks to her love and desire for me.

"Idiot."

Bai wanted to lift the girl's chin, staring at her tear-streaked, blurry face, and asked her, half-teasing and half-mischievous, "So this is your biggest obsession?"

"Is this the root of your pursuit of the Way?"

"I……"

Bai Zhuqing hesitated, not daring to speak.

I was trapped in loneliness before and had no choice but to use that method to maintain my sense of self. Now that I've come to my senses, I naturally realize how depraved those fantasies were.

Especially—because of the current connection, it was also passed on to my sister!

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!

Bai Zhuqing wished she could bury her head in that ravine again, but Bai Xiang still held her chin, so she could only blush and let her look at her.

"But thanks to you, I didn't assimilate with them."

Bai wanted to blink.

"I am still me."

"Your favorite me."

What...what is my sister saying again...?

Being admired by Bai Xiang at such close range, Bai Zhuqing's heart started pounding uncontrollably again. She couldn't help but wonder if Bai Xiang had some hidden meaning in teasing her like this, but deep down she didn't quite believe it. That feeling of gain and loss was like a small brush brushing against her heart, and she felt like her head was about to burst into heat again.

"Your ability bypasses the judgment of 'self' and is instead considered as my... well, certain actions towards myself."