Junior sister took first place again

The second, third... and sixth thunder arrived in an instant.

The heavenly calamity showed no mercy, and there was no chance to breathe.

Each one is faster than the last, more ferocious than the last, and more treacherous and unpredictable than the last.

The crimson fire thunder, carrying the scorching heat of burning the sky and boiling the sea, twisted and burned the air wherever it passed, wanting to burn away the soul;

Soul-eating thunder, silent and invisible, contains the power to corrode the essence of the soul, like a poisonous insect in the tarsal bone, trying to drill into the sea of ​​consciousness;

Ice lightning froze the space, and the extreme cold filled the air. Light seemed to solidify, and layers of ice crystals formed around her.

The earth-shattering Gengjin thunder burst through the air, its sharpness unmatched, the clanging of metal and iron resounding, as if it would cut her off, sword and all. . . . .

Thunderbolts of destructive nature, like the whip of Thunder God hanging from the sky, or like the spear of punishment embodying the will of Heaven, bombarded down one after another.

Ning Jiasheng's figure turned into a series of blurry afterimages between the sea of ​​thunder and the empty palace.

She no longer fought head-on, pushing her body movements to the limit. Every time she dodged, she brushed the edge of lightning, her clothes scorched and her hair singed.

Every time he blocked, he used the natal sword that wailed and strengthened in the lightning, or used the exquisite sword moves to deflect, relieve the force, overcome hardness with softness, or even use the opponent's force to counter force.

The sword light moved swiftly and swiftly, sometimes like a flying dragon, sometimes like a motionless rock, colliding, annihilating, and maneuvering with various kinds of thunder crazily.

Every violent collision made her feel like she was hit hard, with blood gushing out of her mouth and new wounds appearing on her body. The blood almost turned her into a shocking bloody person.

With every collision, Chi Yan trembled and wailed even more violently, the cracks increased, and the sword's light flickered, as if it would shatter at any time.

However, under the tempering of the next more violent thunder and the infusion of Ning Jiasheng's unyielding will, Chi Yan was always able to miraculously maintain its form and never collapse.

Moreover, the golden and red interwoven light on the sword's edge became more condensed and pure in the repeated destruction and rebirth, faintly revealing a sharp Taoist rhyme that could destroy all laws and sever cause and effect.

It seemed as if this thunder was the best whetstone for it.

Ning Jiasheng was like a lone boat in the raging waves. His body was torn apart repeatedly, and was repaired with great difficulty by the powerful self-healing ability and residual spiritual power of the demon clan.

Every time it heals, it bears the burns and cold marks left by the thunder. The bones have a jade-like luster, but are covered with fine cracks, like exquisite porcelain, blooming with tenacious vitality on the broken edges.

Her will was tempered through endless agony, like a finely honed divine weapon, but her eyes grew sharper, calmer, and colder than ten-thousand-year-old black ice, piercing straight into the mystical heavenly way.

The voice of Heaven continued to erode, attempting to shatter his resolve: "Look, this power is transforming you, drawing near to you. . . . . You are an extension of my will. Why resist this predetermined fate? Embrace this power, embrace your destiny, and you will gain supreme authority and eternity. . . . . . . .

Ning Jiasheng clenched her teeth, and there was blood between her teeth. She did not respond to the bewitching whisper, but concentrated all her mind on the sword in her hand, the steps under her feet, and the thunder that kept striking in front of her eyes.

In her world, there is only battle! Only battle!

She actually took on the six thunderbolts with her scarred body and the red flame struggling to survive on the brink of destruction!

The price is extremely tragic!

His body was like cracked glass, ready to shatter at any moment, his blood was almost drained out, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

However, the red flame in her hand, in this baptism of destruction and rebirth, was like a real phoenix rising from the ashes, emitting a terrifying aura that was so frightening that it seemed as if it could cut through the laws of heaven and earth.

The hideous cracks on the sword not only did not weaken its power, but instead were like ancient battle patterns, engraved with indomitable spirit and resistance, flowing with a mixture of gold and red, like a stream of fire with life.

The seventh path, the heart-refining calamity arrives in the blink of an eye

The thunder, wrapped in the twisted fire of the inner demon, pulled Ning Jiasheng's consciousness into the vortex of chaotic memories.

On Lingxiao Peak, the powerful and aloof Immortal Lord gave the only kindness in his life to the disciple he raised.

A strict teacher and kind father who gave "her", a half-demon orphan, the only protection and warmth.

He taught her the Dao himself, showing concern amidst his severity; he isolated her from the outside world just to protect her.

This unique and deep protection is the most precious light in her life.

Ning Jiasheng saw that Ah Sheng's eyes were always filled with pure admiration and attachment to the Immortal Master Qinglian.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful daily life, an inner demon, carefully woven by the Way of Heaven and disguised as her own distracting thoughts, appeared.

The inner demon was like a thorn in her flesh, whispering in the depths of her consciousness:

"Look, he treats you so well...it's beyond the relationship between master and disciple..."

"You are a half-demon, of impure blood and humble status. Why would he favor you so much? If not..."

"Why was I born? This throbbing... this longing to be by your side forever... is this truly the feeling a disciple should have for his master?"

"No, this is blasphemy! This is disrespectful to someone who is like a father and a teacher! This is ingratitude! This is a stain on his reputation and holiness!"

The inner demon maliciously distorted and magnified the pure admiration, and tainted it with taboos.

She fabricated blushing illusions, interpreted the master's concerned eyes as ambiguity, and misinterpreted the harsh teachings as a sign of disappointment and alienation.

She repeatedly instilled in Ah Sheng's mind: "Your existence, your delusions, are the greatest insult to Master."

"Your bloodline is tainted, and you are unworthy of his upbringing! You... are unworthy of standing by his side! Only if I, with my undivided attention, stay, can I cleanse your sins and preserve his good name."

“I didn’t… I’m not… Master…”

Struggling painfully with extreme fear, shame and self-loathing, Ah Sheng was unable to distinguish whether this overwhelming sense of guilt was real or fake. He simply felt ashamed to face his master and the world.

Under the day-to-day erosion of her inner demons and the final fatal blow, despair overwhelmed her like an icy tide.

In the end, when he was unable to defeat his inner demons in his attempt to reach the Jindan realm, Ah Sheng chose to sever his own meridians to "atone" with his death, and to "end" this love and admiration that had been twisted into a heinous crime.

Just when Ah Sheng's consciousness was about to dissipate, the inner demon grinned and tore through the space barrier, forcibly pulling Ning Jiasheng's soul in and stuffing it into this body.

Ning Jiasheng suddenly learned the truth about Ah Sheng's death, which was purely due to the deception of his inner demon. He felt extremely absurd and disgusted. Even in the midst of the thunder, he couldn't help but curse: "Despicable and shameless thing."

"You think I'm despicable?"

Tiandao's tone sounded a bit angry.

"Do you have a clear conscience? Your so-called time travel is nothing more than a despicable theft. You stole her life and her identity, but you didn't take on the pain and despair she should have endured."

The voice of the Heavenly Dao lingered around, accurately piercing the most hidden guilt that might exist in Ning Jiasheng's subconscious. "She died, and yet you received everything she had always dreamed of—the unconditional favor and protection of the world's number one sword immortal master."

"Qinglian treated you like a precious jewel, teaching you everything she knew and indulging your every whim. This unconditional, paternal love, as deep as a mountain, was a treasure she believed she was unworthy of, and even felt she had tarnished until her death."

The voice of the Heavenly Dao suddenly rose, carrying a vicious accusation that saw through people's hearts:

"Ning Jiasheng, admit it! Although you may have struggled and resisted when you were initially forcibly pulled into this body, you soon discovered... you began to feel fortunate!"

"You are thankful that she died, thankful that you took over her identity, obtained this exceptionally gifted body, and even more so, obtained her powerful, cold, yet extremely indulgent Master."

"This unconditional love is a treasure you have never received in any world. You even coveted that little bit of warmth and deceived her deceased demon mother."

"Now, answer me truthfully. Have you ever felt secretly happy in your subconscious mind?"

These heart-piercing words were like the sharpest poisonous blade, precisely piercing into the hidden corner in the deepest part of Ning Jiasheng's heart, which even she herself was not clearly aware of.

The overwhelming sense of shame and self-denial threatened to overwhelm her like a tsunami.

Yes, Ning Jiasheng knew clearly that he was just an ordinary person among the countless people in the world... Who wouldn't be greedy for elders like Master and Mother?

Am I really feeling lucky?

The intense pain and confusion almost made Ning Jiasheng lose his mind.

However, at the deepest point of this Spirit Transformation Stage thunder tribulation, when the word "thankful" exploded in her consciousness like thunder, Ning Jiasheng suddenly touched upon a truth about her life that had been deliberately buried.

Boom!

It was not thunder, but a violent resonance coming from the depths of the soul, like the beginning of the universe.

A dusty shackle that spanned time and reincarnation was forcibly shattered by this violent conflict.

Larger, older, and with the chaotic aura of time travel, fragments of memory poured into her consciousness like a galaxy bursting its banks.

She saw it - in the torrent of time going back, when the Demon King and the Immortal Lords used all their strength to start the long river of time flowing backwards in an attempt to reverse the outcome - Ning Jiasheng's soul was being pulled towards the past with the force of going back.

At this chaotic time and space node, a golden giant hand, condensed by pure heavenly rules and cold will, flashing with ruthless cold light, boldly inserted into the torrent of retrogression.

On the giant hand, there is a pair of golden scissors that are condensed by the laws of "cause and effect" and "fate" and shine with the light of judgment.

"This soul has considerable potential, but its emotions are too strong, its bonds too deep, its obsessions too heavy... It is impure and prone to change."

The cold voice of Heaven echoed through the turbulent flow of reflection, like a final verdict, "It must be reshaped... stripped of the useless, retaining the essence."

The golden shears fall—

Tsk! ! !

The soul, which seemed particularly fragile in the retrospect, was forcibly cut in half.

Half of it carries the "Tao Bone" and some core memories that are purer and easier to be guided and controlled by the Heavenly Dao. It is firmly grasped by the golden giant hand as a control anchor.

The other half, carrying emotions deemed "impurities" and "useless burdens" by the Heavenly Dao, was casually tossed by it, like discarded space-time garbage, into the depths of the even more violent space-time turbulence generated by the retrospection, and eventually fell into the world where Ning Jiasheng had lived for twenty-five years...