Deep within the nebulae, an ancient sword exuding an air of vicissitudes faintly floated there. No matter how the nebulae churned and washed over it, the ancient sword stood firm and unmoving.
This ancient sword was the treasure Su Shi'er had obtained years ago at Yunhan Seven Peaks Mountain—the Seventh-grade Magic Treasure: Thousand Year Strike!
Not far above the ancient sword, the Nascent Soul's tiny heart rose and fell. From its nose and mouth, it continuously inhaled and exhaled nascent essence, refining the surrounding energy of heaven and earth into True Yuan for its cultivation.
The cycle repeated endlessly, never knowing fatigue.
Yet without the control of consciousness, it was merely refining instinctively on its own. Its speed could only be described as crawling like a turtle.
Most crucially, compared to every Nascent Soul Su Shi'er had seen before, his own was not only slightly smaller, but utterly devoid of spirituality, like a mechanical puppet that had lost its soul.
Though I was fortunate enough to undergo Tribulation Crossing Nascent Soul Condensation and absorb the energy of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top after two waves of heavenly lightning, without deliberate control, the Nascent Soul that formed is still innately inferior to those of other Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.
Perhaps only after these energies of heaven and earth are fully refined can the Nascent Soul undergo a transformation?
But after my consciousness has been away for so long, will there be any other obstacles when it returns to the Nascent Soul?
The thought flashed through his mind. After surveying the Dantian Small Universe once, Su Shi'er's consciousness moved again and resolutely charged toward his Nascent Soul.
This time, the obstacle he had imagined did not appear.
His consciousness entered the Nascent Soul as though returning home. Only a sensation both