Song Yan continued to ask the initial question: "Then, Elder Jian, what exactly is the Heart Demon Sword Prison?"
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"Heart Demon Sword Prison?!"
"Sea of Suffering Rotting Thought Layer?"
"The Heart Demons of Sword Cultivators throughout the ages in this world?!"
Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Song Yan embraced his partner, feeling the smooth touch, looking up at the ceiling on the bed, recalling the news he got from the Heaven-Releasing Sword Elder during the day, and sighed inwardly, "As expected of a major sect in a level 2 Cultivation Profound Land."
Earlier, he learned from the Formless Ancient Race only basic information such as the existence of the Obsession Layer and Rotting Thought Layer within the Sea of Suffering.
But today, his understanding was much deeper.
The Obsession Layer is an endless gray sea surface, with each wave containing nurous obsessions. Normally, the Obsession Layer is extrely calm, but when an "Obsession Ocean Current" appears, it may encounter attacks from the existence within the Sea of Suffering, becoming extrely dangerous.
The Rotting Thought Layer is much more complicated compared to the Obsession Layer.
Within, there are countless mysterious upside-down black buildings.
These buildings are ford by imnse obsessions that have coalesced over infinite ages, and inside them is the Obsession Maze where obsessions take form. The "Sea of Suffering Buddhist Sect" he heard about before originates from here, and both Demon Monks and Novice Monks belong to this "Sea of Suffering Buddhist Sect."
The "Heart Demon Sword Prison" is a similar place to the "Sea of Suffering Buddhist Sect," belonging to the "Sea of Suffering Sword Village."
Just like the "Sea of Suffering Buddhist Sect" has benevolent Novice Monks engaging in "One Heart Conversion" and sinister Demon Monks employing "Celestial Demon Enchantnt," the "Sea of Suffering Sword Village" also has its good and evil divisions.
The benevolent side is nad "Sword Dao River"; the evil side, "Heart Demon Sword Prison."
The forr harbors Sword Hearts; the latter, Heart Demons.
Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance possesses a special Contemplation thod of "Heart Demon Sword Prison," which has three levels.
Level One: Outdoors;
Level Two: Outside the Hall;
Level Three: Outside the Chamber.
The three levels of Contemplation thod correspond to three different Visualization Maps, from weak to strong, allowing you to observe Sword Cultivators’ Heart Demons in relatively safe places, validate your Sword Heart, cut down the Heart Demon, and strengthen your resolve.
As for why they are all "outside," it is because entering the "Sea of Suffering Sword Village" is... impossible.
At least, that’s what the Heaven-Releasing Sword Elder told Song Yan.
At this mont, Ling Xiaoxiao, intertwined with Song Yan, suddenly asked, "Senior Brother, what happens if you fail?"
Song Yan replied, "Probably, the soul would disperse, and this body would beco stupefied and dull."
With that said, he felt the arms holding him tighten.
After a long while, Ling Xiaoxiao said, "Maybe we shouldn’t..."
As she spoke, she seed to recall her senior brother’s past pride and refusal to be dissuaded, and then she passionately said, "No matter what, I will always be with Senior Brother forever."
Song Yan found Ling Xiaoxiao’s words amusing, thinking if it were Wei Xian, he would probably scold Ling Xiaoxiao fiercely and coldly say, "You think I will fail, don’t you?"
Song Yan thought for a mont, then teased, "If I fail and beco dull-witted, Xiaoxiao, you should find another suitable partner."
Ling Xiaoxiao’s delicate body instantly stiffened, and after a long while, she said, "If Senior Brother says that again, I will be angry. At that ti, I will surely take Senior Brother to roam everywhere and search for a way to recover. I... I want to be with Senior Brother forever."
Song Yan scratched his head, then said, "Yes, forever."
Such a simple sentence instantly made the silly girl happy.
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Several days later...
In front of a grand hall on the Bitter ditation Peak...
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the closed hall door, waiting bitterly, occasionally clasping her hands together, silently praying, "May the heavens protect, protect Senior Brother, please, protect Senior Brother."
Her partner had been inside for a day and a night, yet he had not co out.
At this mont, the hall door slowly opened.
A desolate figure erged, staggering, as if having lost his soul, with unsteady steps, stumbling down the stone steps, rolling down, head knocking against the stone corner, legs smudged with dust, looking as pitiful as could be.
"Senior Brother!!"
Upon seeing who it was, Ling Xiaoxiao was shocked and rushed forward as if a white cloud gravitated towards Song Yan, supporting the rolling senior brother.
At this mont, Senior Brother’s eyes seed to see sothing extrely terrifying, his eyeballs rolling wildly in their sockets, lips moving, as if trying to speak, but he could only emit so aningless muttering sounds.
Ling Xiaoxiao glanced around, noticing all the gazes cast from the surroundings.
Sympathetic, mocking, arrogant...
Light laughter, cold laughter, mocking laughter, bitter laughter... all kinds of laughter.
Faces that beca sinister in Ling Xiaoxiao’s eyes.
She helplessly supported her partner.
Needless to say, she already understood... Senior Brother had failed.
She and Senior Brother had beco a laughingstock.
Everyone knew "Wei Xian" intended to contemplate the "Heart Demon Sword Prison" today, intending to break through and rebuild. If successful, he would be accepted as a disciple by a powerful Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Divine Infant.
However, he failed.
Success brings glory; failure brings ridicule.
Now, Ling Xiaoxiao only felt that she was in the only light surrounded by mocking people in the darkness.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother..." Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Song Yan tightly.
She slightly raised her eyes and saw a pair of little feet, with bells jingling, accompanied by a coquettish laugh and an above everyone else’s comnt.
"Arrogant, without talent, overestimating oneself."
"You!" Ling Xiaoxiao angrily looked up, trying to see who was speaking.
In the next mont, she t the seemingly warm yet truly rciless eyes of a red-clothed Fairy, imdiately lowering her head, the anger in her eyes quickly dissipating, and she softly said, "Take care, you... you take care."
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