Snow State, Sword Sect.
Within the dimly lit Sword Tomb, at its very center, a coffin rhythmically inhaled and exhaled two types of Spiritual Energy. Supre Yin and Supre Yang blended, and finally, upon reaching a certain miraculous state, all the aura was drawn into the coffin's interior. Gradually, it condensed into a spiritual barrier resembling an egg.
The Supre Yang Lotus Root dissipated its last trace of energy and silently rged into the body of the woman lying nearby. Her cold body gradually ward, emanating a faint residual heat.
An unknown amount of ti passed until, with faint cracking sounds, the spiritual energy barrier completely shattered. The woman within the egg-like spiritual barrier began to breathe evenly, her aura growing increasingly potent. Finally, after nearly three hundred years, she opened her eyes, her ice-blue gaze fixed upon the vortex of the Spirit of the Sea within her.
Then, Ji Nanjue gathered her senses, pushed open the heavy coffin lid, and slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings. All mories from before her long slumber surged into her mind like a tidal wave. A warm sensation in her abdon lingered persistently.
Ji Nanjue gently caressed her lower abdon with her slender hand. A bitter smile touched her lips as she murmured to herself, Nirvana Feather, huh? Lin Jinyu, how do you expect to repay this debt of gratitude?
That was the bloodline power condensed in the Nirvana Pool when an adult of the Phoenix Clan stepped into it. Every pure-blooded Phoenix had but one chance for nirvanic rebirth in their entire lifeti. After she suffered the South Emperor's devastating blow, Lin Jinyu had rged that Phoenix feather into her bloodline. However, the feather alone was not enough to bring about her rebirth. Additionally, the intermingling of Supre Yin and Supre Yang—the world's purest Spiritual Energy—had continuously preserved her body from perishing.
Perhaps, after this Nirvana, I have fundantally transcended the human realm, becoming closer to a Phoenix. Could this devastating injury, in a way, be a blessing in disguise? Su Bei...
Ji Nanjue murmured his na. The next mont, her body floated upward, her bare feet treading on air, gliding through the ripples as if dancing on water.
「...」
The autumn wind, desolate and unrelenting, swept through the mountains.
Ji Nanjue stopped and gazed at the huge statue outside the Sword Tomb, a peculiar expression appearing on her face. Why was Su Bei made into a statue and placed before the Sword Tomb? What did he do while I had lost my mories? What era is it now? Could he have already achieved Ascension, leaving his worldly legacy here?
At this thought, an inexplicable panic gripped Ji Nanjue's heart. Her slender brows furrowed slightly, her eyes gradually reddened, and tears threatened to spill. If you are no longer in this world, what aning is there for Nan Ji to live alone?
Her sleeves drooped, her lips pursed as she stared blankly at that familiar face.
Just then, the faint sound of voices drifted from the end of the stone-paved path.
"What exactly does that circle Elder Xiao drew on the ground an? I just can't fathom it."
"Your comprehension must be too low. Didn't Elder Xiao say that Elder Su used to do the sa thing?"
"But... I really think Elder Xiao just drew it randomly."
"Actually, I think so too."
Several Sword Sect Disciples, brooms in hand, approached the statue. Suddenly, one disciple's voice trailed away. Another male disciple, noticing his companion's sudden silence, asked him in confusion, "Hey, what are you looking at?"
That disciple swallowed hard, pointing his right hand towards the distant figure. "Is that... a Sword Sect Disciple too?"
The others followed his gaze toward the statue. The sunlight flickered gently, and the autumn breeze swayed. Beneath the statue's shadow stood a woman. Ravishing, her beauty dazzling. Her eyebrows and eyes seed ticulously painted with a fine brush. Her plain white robe spread gracefully, cinched at the waist by a dragon-patterned sash tied with a golden cord. The wind rose, scattering her ice-blue hair, making it dance lightly in the air. She rely stood there, yet her aura was so imposing that one dared not look at her directly.
The Sword Sect Disciples couldn't help but marvel. How can such an exquisitely beautiful woman exist in this world?
"Who is she?"
"How did she enter the Sword Sect?"
The noisy discussion pulled Ji Nanjue from her reverie. She turned, her brows knitting slightly, her phoenix-like eyes fixing upon the Sword Sect Disciples before her, her gaze colder than ice. "Who are you?"
Her simple question stunned the Sword Sect Disciples. In that instant, a chill ran down their spines, making the hairs on their necks stand up. They hurriedly bowed their heads, not daring to et the woman's gaze.
The lead disciple took a deep breath, unable to resist looking up to et her gaze.
Piercing!
Cold sweat drenched his back. He mustered his courage, took a step forward, and said, "We are guardians of the Sword Tomb, responsible for cleaning Elder Su's statue. And who might you be? Why are you standing before Elder Su's statue?"
Ji Nanjue's eyebrows rose slightly. So, things aren't as I assud? Her delicate brows relaxed. Then, with her hands behind her back, she asked lightly, "Elder Su? Is he your Supre Elder? Where is he?"
The Sword Sect Disciples glanced at each other, unsure if this person was friend or foe. According to the Star Moon Pavilion's newspapers, more than one person had wanted to kill Elder Su back then.
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