Immortal-Slaying Sword

Deep within Shouxian Pavilion, Peach Blossom Spring.

Xian Ling'er sat cross-legged on a bluestone beside the stream, eyes closed as she healed her injuries. Her grizzled hair drifted gently in the wind, and an earthy yellow light slowly flowed around the body.

Her injuries were recovering very slowly. The withering power left behind by Jiuyou Daoist's "Decay of Death" was not so easy to dissolve. But she was not in a hurry. She had enough time.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked in the direction of Bright City.

There, every word of the conversation in the Buddhist Hall entered her ears without missing a single one.

"This bald donkey monk—looks like I underestimated him." Xian Ling'er murmured, "To think he could summarize so much. Three directions for the Law of Metal, three directions for the Law of Fire. Though not comprehensive, he has grasped the core. With a cultivation level at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, to possess such insight—his comprehension is truly astonishing."

She paused, the corners of her mouth curving into a faint smile. "Unfortunately, no matter how high his comprehension is, it cannot overcome the Heavenly Dao. A decayed body, cultivation begun too late—he is destined not to go far."

She was just about to close her eyes and continue healing when she suddenly heard Li Chengjie's voice again.

"Master, that Way of Nirvana—how is rebirth achieved? Is it rebirth of the fleshly body, or rebirth of the Primordial Spirit? Is it rebirth after death, or rebirth on the verge of death?"

Xian Ling'er's brows knitted. "His comprehension is truly poor. The Way of Nirvana speaks of the rebirth of laws, not the rebirth of the fleshly body. A Fire Phoenix burning itself is comprehending a deeper level of the Law of Fire within the flames,