Void Sword God. Seven Thousand One Hundred Words

The ink, interwoven into a painting, resembled countless overlapping lotus petals. It shattered in the void, producing a series of teeth-grinding tearing sounds. The immense kinetic energy released from the twisting motion pressed the inhuman monster against a distant mountain range, creating a violent roar. The earth-shaking tremor was transmitted from there, like the furious roar of thunder, lasting for a long time.

Su Muxi stared directly at the missionary's location and communicated with Fu Hua via the link:

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Fu, I'll chase the bad guys away."

The little girl on the armed helicopter felt the scene was somewhat magical. She had always thought that even if Little Feather hatched, it would only change in appearance and intelligence. But she never expected that it would also undergo a huge transformation from nothing to something in terms of pure independent combat power.

In the past, when the Little Feather were weak, they could be blown away by a gust of wind, and then they would slowly drift back on their own, looking rather silly.

But now it seems that even he himself is questionable whether he can defeat the opponent.

Having shared the same perspective, Fu Hua could see that the move Su Muxi used was essentially based on finding her own inspirational Meme, and was the ultimate form created by blending various martial arts and techniques.

That is, immortal techniques.

Theoretically, it's already abnormal for a newborn baby to know addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, but considering that she was originally just a feather, it's quite normal for my little Muxi to know magic.

The girl ignored these unimportant details and said fiercely:

"Xiao Xi, keep it up! You must stop that guy who has designs on Master Su."

The girl nodded silently, calmly observing the missionary's Honkai Energy fluctuations, her composed demeanor suggesting she had weathered countless battles.

The origins of immortal techniques, combat intuition, experience, and habits all stem from the records of Udu-dust.

The records themselves can only serve as containers for the past, but after Udu-dust acquired the ability to manifest intellect and soul matter, Su Muxi is now able to use these records to reproduce herself, allowing her to leap directly to become a qualified warrior.

Just as she had told the two of them, she knew many of Su Qing'an's skills, enough to defeat the bad guys.

This is not a child's joke, nor is it ignorant nonsense; it is simply a statement of fact.

After the missionary was blasted away by this divine technique, the radiation field used to prevent his aura from being held back by the Honkai Energy Domain instantly transformed back into its original large amount of Honkai Energy.

The dark lotus afterimage, carrying immense force, pressed the mountain into the mountain. Such a domineering attack should have caused enormous damage, but the missionary's bright red flesh and blood scattered like jade beads among the snowdrifts on the ground, making an eerie dripping sound.

Just before the magic was about to end, it no longer touched anything on the monster's body. The monster cunningly used its flesh and blood to reassemble itself, thus avoiding most of the damage.

Immediately, the bouncing flesh and blood were forcibly pulled and crammed together by the Honkai Energy threads, accompanied by a writhing, chilling sound. A pure and holy girl stepped out of this filth, like a lotus flower swaying gracefully in the mud.

Flora sensed the state within her body; she had already moved beyond the defensive range of the Honkai Energy Domain technique, demonstrating its domineering power.

However, this also made it easier for missionaries to replenish and repair the substances that caused their physical and mental damage.

She inhaled the Honkai Energy in the wind and snow with each breath, drinking large amounts of Seawater like a whale, filling her body with it. This process was neither long nor short, and no one disturbed her during it.

The girl looked around Su Qing'an with a puzzled expression. The only thing standing out in the wind and snow was the man's posture as he drew his sword. In the vast snowfield, she could not detect anything unusual with the naked eye.

The dream created by the Eighth Herrscher for the boy still exists, meaning that this was definitely not the result of the Herrscher's own actions.

After filtering out all possibilities, Flora couldn't understand where the attack came from. It was all like an illusion that had never existed. Only the collapsing mountains behind her and the writhing, stitched flesh inside her body were silently telling the story of reality.

Of course, she couldn't see Su Muxi.

The nature of Udu-dust dictates that, unless it is willing or has some connection with it, outsiders cannot perceive its true form of existence.

In order to create suspense, buy time, and reduce the amount of information the enemy has, thus gaining a greater advantage in the subsequent battle, Su Muxi naturally had no intention of revealing her identity.

However, missionaries are not easy to deal with. Even though their physical form is weaker than normal Pseudo-Herrscher due to the nature of their powers, the special nature of [Bewitchment] still allows them to exert strange effects in all aspects.

Regardless of what tricks Su Qing'an might have up his sleeve, or how troublesome the Honkai Energy Domain might be, as long as his subconscious is distorted through [bewitchment], the effects of both can be neutralized.

These missionaries would never have been able to do this in the past, but after Su Qing'an's consciousness was dragged into the illusory world by the apostles, the chances of success greatly increased.

Previously, her physical desires had taken over her mind, and she hadn't even shown her Honkai Energy Domain. Otherwise, this would have been the first thing Flora should have done.

If you successfully distort the other person's common sense, cognition, habits, and even deeper things, it will be difficult for them to return to their original state even if they wake up midway. For Flora, this is worth trying, whether from a personal interest perspective or from the perspective of Honkai.

But when the illusory wavelength touched the boy, it vanished just as irrationally as it had at the beginning.

Su Muxi kneaded the power of her authority into fine snowflakes. She gazed at the missionary, her brows furrowed in displeasure, yet she still had no intention of attacking.

The Divine Key, shaped from the core of the Eighth Herrscher Udu-dust, possesses a mysterious power akin to controlling consciousness.

Although it is only a feather from that feather, after inheriting its properties and undergoing several transformations, its ability to protect its master's consciousness has also increased accordingly.

In the past, this was a negligible capability.

Su Qing'an's own Soul Essence and strength were enough for him to ignore external influences, but now it played a crucial role in preventing the missionaries from taking advantage of him.

The nun's bewitching power is essentially a specialized path, but before she has devoured enough of her fellow nuns and ascended to become a true apostle, the strength of her power is currently unable to overcome Udu-dust's defense.

But even though she returned empty-handed again, Flora did not leave empty-handed.

At least the nun understood that Udu-dust truly existed. The smile on her face disappeared, and the core rhythm within her body rippled out like waves, as if a scanner had completely grasped the girl's position and posture.

Su Muxi did not want to press her advantage after using the first immortal technique, but unfortunately, part of her combat power came from the influence of Udu-dust's own consciousness and the creation of illusions, while the other part came from using the Honkai Energy preserved in Udu-dust by the [Stigmata] to reproduce various techniques for attack.

The former is meaningless to missionaries who wield near-powerful authority, while the latter depends entirely on the amount of Honkai Energy reserves, so one must be extremely cautious.

Having already exhausted a portion of her previous immortal technique, Su Muxi, whose aim was to buy time, preferred a roundabout strategy to delay the enemy, given her lack of knowledge about their specific abilities.

As an existence that is essentially part of the Herrscher of Consciousness, she believed that Su Qing'an would eventually be able to be pulled out of the vortex of the Herrscher of Consciousness's power. All she needed to do was give that person enough time.

He was already very, very tired.

Perhaps taking a break here would be a good option.

Flora frowned. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong. In addition to their special soul power, the human in front of her also had a presence that resembled a guardian spirit surrounding them.

She has clearly reached the best situation she initially envisioned, but ironically, even though she is asleep, she still cannot touch Su Qing'an in the slightest.

After the state of her mind being filled with physiological desires subsided, the nun had already begun to think about leaving. This time, the apostle's power was not so domineering as to be able to shove a person into the abyss in one go.

Anyone who has received specific training and possesses a strong will has the opportunity to escape the erosion of dreams. Even if they encounter repeated erosions upon seeing [keywords] and gradually succumb, it is enough to prove that the power of their ability lies in its scope, not in the precise individual.

Although the scheme orchestrated against Su Qing'an was far more powerful than normal dissemination of pollution, Su Qing'an himself was completely unlike any ordinary person.

To put it bluntly, it was precisely because Flora herself didn't know if Su Qing'an would Awakened soon that she fantasized about indulging in the pleasure of being killed at any moment while mating with him.

However, it seems unlikely that achieving the goal of satisfying one's own desires will be easy at present.

Once her senses returned, the missionary had no intention of staying any longer; her techniques for evading the area would become useless against external attacks.

Nuclear Radiation is both a source of mutation and sustenance for growth, but Honkai Energy is the key to maintaining lifeline.

Therefore, even missionaries cannot completely convert Honkai Energy into the former. The "Guardian Spirit" only needs to take advantage of this weakness, stop nearby to interrupt her advance, and be forced to use Honkai Energy to defend. The domain will then regain its original vision and suppress her.

Moreover, the uncertainty of information itself makes it not worth the risk.

That is the power belonging to the Apostles.

Just as the missionary was about to leave, the words of the Honkai Consciousness resounded in his mind like a great bell.

She couldn't quite understand it. The power of the Herrscher of Death flashed through her mind, but she thought the two couldn't be compared. As for the other powers possessed by the Apostles in front of her, there were no similar abilities.

Flora murmured:

"The power of the Apostles?"

The Honkai Consciousness stated:

[The Herrscher of Consciousness.]

[He possesses the power of the recently awakened apostle.]

The missionary remained silent, her mind racing with various possibilities, but each one seemed an unbelievable conclusion.

Finally, the nun asked softly:

What are your wishes?

[Although the origin of this power is currently unclear, its essence and source of authority are in the hands of the current apostles; therefore, its continuation is necessary.]

He said indifferently:

[Use this opportunity to force him to use all his skills and kill him.]

Flora understood the gods' concerns and the reasons for their request; half of the Herrscher of Death was now quietly floating within the other's soul.

As long as Su Qing'an lives, this power can never return to its original state.

Coupled with the Previous Civilization's development, it is utterly terrifying.

The potential and lifespan exhibited by the Fusion Warrior mean that as long as Su Qing'an, who has usurped the power, conducts the same transplantation experiment and achieves a successful result.

Even if he suffers defeat in this era, it could potentially influence the next wave of the Honkai Era.

The inexplicable appearance of the Eighth Herrscher power on the other party further exacerbated the crisis. Unlike the combat power crisis caused by a normal person wielding the Divine Key, the threat posed by Su Qing'an, who had a criminal record, was the threat of plundering power itself.

While this shouldn't happen in theory, the other party shouldn't possess the power of the Eighth Herrscher in theory either, so the logic doesn't apply absolutely to this person.

Moreover, based on the current information, it is highly likely that Su Qing'an possessed this power long before the Eighth Herrscher appeared.

This fact makes it difficult for Him, as the mechanism, not to feel indifferent.

There is a clear dividing line between crisis and accident; the latter is worth observing, while the former needs to be nipped in the bud.

The Finality, as the strongest weapon, is indeed powerful enough to sweep away everything, but that doesn't mean we can completely let external elements grow wildly. If we wait until the opponent grows into a towering tree, then the cleanup will require much more effort.

Moreover, what if the other side manages to seize a sufficient amount of power?

At that point, the outcome might indeed be subject to unpredictable changes.

Thus, under the command of the Honkai Consciousness, the Herrscher of Consciousness lurking in a corner of the world slowly opened her palm towards Udu-dust.

Under normal circumstances, the abilities of Herrscher of Consciousness require a fixed medium for output at a certain distance.

That is, polluting words and phrases to turn them into Meme that can be spread.

However, dealing with Udu-dust was a completely unexpected and special situation. It was like summoning back a part that belonged exclusively to oneself, exerting a tremendous binding force even without any medium, and recalling it back to oneself.

Su Muxi sensed unease almost simultaneously. Her consciousness wavered, and her Soul Link with the two men trembled. The crisis arrived with lightning speed, making it difficult to adapt.

It was the Eighth Herrscher; she got the correct answer almost immediately.

Essentially, as the Herrscher Core and a part of the Divine Key shaped by their powers, it is only natural that they cannot resist.

But it was only through several transformations and connections with the two that Udu-dust was able to retain some autonomy and delay the arrival of that ending.

But it only delays the inevitable.

While Su Qing'an, as the dominant figure, was indulging in illusion, she could only barely maintain herself by relying on her own strength.

The girl's usually cool face turned pale. Delaying the inevitable was no longer an option; she had to kill the missionary before she was sealed away.

Otherwise...

We will then see a future as unbearable as the past.

Su Muxi should be a newly born, innocent, and naive child, but the fragmented memories of the changing world have also given her a mature side.

She knew about the restart and understood the root of all Su Qing'an's pain. Only Udu-dust, as the recorder, understood how heavy and desperate the future the person behind him carried was.

And I, on the other hand, have never been able to do much for him.

There's no way to rid him of the gods, nor can we share his joys and sorrows.

There's no way to bring back the deceased, nor can we guarantee that a similar future won't happen.

So even now is good, because he has just gained true intelligence. If he can travel a little further... then his life will not have been in vain.

She cleared her mind of countless distracting thoughts, her dark eyes lowered, her divine light restrained, and her sword intent surging forth.

As the sword imprint is formed in the hand, distant, ancient memories reappear.

That was a record that existed among Udu-dust long before it fell into the boy's hands.

If you ask what kind of skill is needed to transcend the myriad martial arts and various immortal techniques, and truly attain the title of invincible, then...

In that ancient era, there could only be one answer.

--Taixu Void Sword God.

The most complete and original form of the sword god can no longer be traced.

The Heart Seal that contained that record were buried Mount Taixu. The immortal's Udu-dust, which he carried in later eras, lost its connection with the Heart Seal, thus preventing him from obtaining the record of its prime.

However, the relevant records still exist.

During the Second Honkai Outbreak, the immortal paid the price of burning her memories, and the special Void Sword God she unleashed using the Zero Rated Power Udu-dust was the record she intended to recreate.

Based on the previous "One-Strike Immortal Technique," it can be inferred that any other record would be unable to kill the opponent within the current reserve of Honkai Energy.

Missionaries are difficult to deal with; even a single strike could be evaded or mitigated with regeneration.

Only the Void Sword God, with its unique nature, possesses the certainty of being able to kill.

The Void Sword God is formless and boundless.

It has neither form nor needs form.

This sword fills the space; the sword itself is space, therefore it is omnipresent and invincible.

With the aid of Udu-dust's ability, it can penetrate any tangible barrier and strike directly into the depths of consciousness—the parts that are imperceptible and unknowable.

Unable to perceive, therefore unable to resist.

From the inside out, completely return to nothingness.

This is a flawed sword god, yet it is also the most suitable sword god for use in the present moment.

As part of the Key of Consciousness, Su Muxi is qualified to reproduce this sword strike.

But the price is self-destruction and the depletion of one's strength.

There was no grand prelude, no sense of crisis.

There was no loud noise, no warning, and no eve.

The Honkai Energy within Udu-dust was completely depleted.

The swordsman thus dissolved into the mundane chaos of wind and snow, slowly slashing down.

"Xiao Xi?"

A voice from afar asked, but the girl's eyes were half-closed, too tired to respond.

The swordplay in her hand vanished silently, her lithe body slumped to the ground, and before her dark hair could even touch the snow, it was swept away by the wind into dull, lifeless feathers. An invisible force severed the connection, cut off the shared perspective, and forcibly severed the close bond with the boy...

Udu-dust shrank into a void, drifting towards an unknown distance.

In the instant before her consciousness completely faded, she thought.

I definitely hit him with that sword.

Flora stared blankly at the world before her. The massive sword energy, as large as an inverted sky, slowly descended, its terrifying weight burying the howling snow in an instant. The rustling sound that had been passing by her ears vanished into silence.

Incomprehensible and beyond comprehension.

The meaning is unclear, and there's no way to avoid it.

Why did such a terrifying area-of-effect attack occur without any warning or warning?

This level of Honkai Energy should have a converging phase, but in reality, in a silent second, as everything collapsed, a torrential rain began to fall.

Flesh and blood tore apart inch by inch as it tried to escape, but the overwhelming sword energy rained down like a dense storm, engulfing the scattered pieces of flesh and blood...

The massive sword energy descended like a meteorite, its infinitely magnified tip reflected in the shapeless pupils, resembling mountains and seas hanging upside down.

Intense pain and despair filled every corner of my nerves in my confusion, but the pressure and onslaught never ceased.

Am I going to die?

The nun was never afraid of death; she merely stated the fact to herself and expressed her sincere doubts.

A sense of incongruity.

Consciousness, formed by the convergence of countless souls, possesses an unyielding resilience that transcends common sense, and the power born from hatred and sorrow has a unique nature.

However, the element that truly pulled the missionary out of her state of complete ignorance was the fact that the Honkai Consciousness linked to her took on most of the burden for her.

[Bewitching].

In the moments before death, sensing something was wrong, the nun regained her senses and used her bewitching power on herself for the first time.

This reverse maneuver barely broke through the core essence that the Void Sword God could not resist, thus avoiding death.

The Sword God replica that Su Muxi made was ultimately incomplete. Although she herself was Udu-dust, she did not possess the ability of the Zero Rated Power level, so the so-called guaranteed hit naturally lost its absolute meaning.

However, even with the missionary's self-deception, he still couldn't completely shake off this spiritual influence.

Even if you deceive yourself into noticing parts that are normally imperceptible and unknowable, there are still certain limits that you can't fully grasp.

Thus, death was avoided.

In the real world, Flora, like Su Qing'an before her, stood like a statue in the gentle snow, lost in a brief slumber...

The armed helicopter cut into the Clouds like a giant bird. The pilot, with her skillful technique, activated the accelerator, and the ear-piercing roar subsided. Her fluid movements were like manipulating the wings of a Pegasus, giving the aircraft new kinetic energy and allowing it to navigate the devastating sky full of Honkai Phenomenon with maximum efficiency.

The vehicle driven by Lin Xinchán is one of the most advanced in terms of speed. It can not only prevent and ignore most of the Honkai Energy environment, but also has the function of changing its form according to the corresponding needs by using Soul Steel.

As a qualified pilot, she needs to have a mature knowledge system, spatial thinking, and the most accurate judgment so that she can build the right shape like assembling building blocks and achieve various unexpected environmental and mission objectives.

At least for now, Lin Xinchán's mission is to deliver Fu Hua and the prototype Armed Puppet in the transport plane to Greenland as quickly as possible.

She was unaware of the specific reasons and justifications, and was even unaware that the vehicle contained some of the world's most advanced mechanical soldiers.

During this special period when the Herrscher of Consciousness is gradually plunging the world into a vortex, the girl continues to shoulder her responsibilities and carry out the tasks assigned by the organization.

She thought that Seele's death had ultimately affected her emotions.

Lin Xinchán initially thought she would feel relieved and liberated, because the final result proved that not meeting with him was the right decision.

Herrscher is Herrscher.

A monster is a monster.

The rampage and ultimate fate of the Herrscher of Death prove that previous assumptions were not wrong.

However, the guilt in his heart did not disappear, and it seemed that the reality of that person's outburst did not justify his actions.

That's strange.

They were just kids I'd known for a short time, and our meeting was clearly unimportant to both of us.

But in the quiet moments of midnight, the girl still can't help but think, if only she hadn't been so afraid back then, if only she hadn't been blocked by that absurd hatred and sorrow.

If only... I could have seen him one last time.

But everything seemed to be going nowhere, as if nothing was changing for the better.

Australia, their second home, has also been reduced to ruins under the Honkai of the iron heel, just like their Fu Hua, which is now full of corpses and ruins. It is like petals covered in dust in a cemetery, withering and drying in the wind over the years, gradually curling up into a desolate scene that is carried away by the wind.

Lin Xinchán was an ordinary person; his survival was perhaps the only stroke of luck and extraordinary quality he could hold onto.

Under such a powerful tide, there are many, many people like her, but the limit of what they can do is probably just go with the flow.

She pulled the joystick to the edge, and the neural system connected to the vehicle issued a command, causing the Soul Steel to begin transforming into the form of the current optimal solution.

The girl's movements were fluid and graceful. These superfluous hand movements could have achieved the same result through the transmission of consciousness, but she still stubbornly carried out the tedious control, as if she could vaguely recall the time when the man shifted gears with one hand, gripped the steering wheel, and smiled brightly.

She thought that driving a taxi was actually no worse than flying a plane, much better than anything else.

But in the end, we can never go back.

Fu Hua sat in the back, gazing at the red line on her wrist that gradually thinned until it became completely transparent, and murmured in a daze:

"The connection... has been lost."

Why did it disconnect?

What happened to Mu Xi?

What is the actual situation on Su Qing'an's end?

A heavy sense of confusion and helplessness enveloped the girl's path like a fog, gradually emptying her consciousness. She silently forced herself to stay awake, stroking the blade of the sword on her knee, clearing her mind of distractions, and waiting patiently.

In this mighty torrent, Fu Hua and Lin Xinchán are no different.

They could only choose to do what they were capable of doing.

At least...

Whether we fall or succeed, the flag in our hands will never dim.