The Immortal Helps Me to Receive Immortality Volume 2

Demon Lord True Meaning Nightshade Nightshade stood in front of the trembling barrier, with the color of frost and snow in her hair spreading to her temples. The fragment of the ancient sword she held in her hand was heating up, beating at the same frequency as her pulse like a living thing. Behind him was his companion who was struggling to support him - the cracks in Zihan's hosta deepened a bit, the petals of the white lotus barrier that Xuejian managed to maintain fell off, and the wound on Sedum's arm that had just been corroded by the evil spirit was still oozing black blood. "There's no time." Nightshade whispered, with a metallic resonance in her voice. She glanced back at Jingtian. The man who always smiled heartlessly was frowning at the moment, and his amber eyes reflected her pale face. She watched him fall a thousand years ago, and she will never make the same mistake again a thousand years later. "Langui, no!" Jingtian seemed to have a premonition of something and reached out to catch her. But she had turned around. Nightshade closed her eyes and felt the sword energy flowing in her body. The power that did not belong to mortals boiled in her blood. Deep in the sword tomb, thousands of swords buzzed, as if they were seeing her off and welcoming her final destination. "The sword spirit is invisible, with the body as the sheath and the soul as the blade..." She silently recited the secret method taught by the swordsmith, and traced her fingertips across her heart. A sharp pain exploded from her chest, and Nightshade clenched her teeth, feeling that her flesh and blood was melting. The bones made a crisp sound like the collision of jade, and the skin gradually became transparent, revealing the flowing silver light underneath. She heard the exclamations of her companions, but the voices seemed to come from far away. "Three temperings and three refinings will make the core of the sword perfect." She remembered the swordsmith's words and finally understood that the so-called "tempering" was not a metaphor. The first level of tempering is the peeling off of flesh and blood. In the severe pain, she felt her body dissipating, like metal being thrown into a furnace, melting and reorganizing bit by bit. She looked down and saw that her fingers had become transparent, and instead of blood flowing in her veins, she saw a flickering stream of light. Jingtian rushed forward to hold her, but was bounced away by an invisible barrier. "Solanil! Stop!" His fist hit the barrier, leaving stains of blood. She smiled at him and continued with the second level of tempering - soul forging. This pain was worse than the physical pain, as if countless tiny hammers were beating on her soul, chipping away at the "human" parts. Memories came and went like a tide: the palpitations on the bluestone bridge, the past life in the reflection in the middle of the lake, the illusion of Sedum being swallowed by the inner demon in the illusion... These images rotated and shattered in her consciousness, and finally merged into the silver light. "Remember who you are." Zi Han's voice penetrated the barrier, with a determination that could break everything. Who I am? Nightshade asked herself deep in her consciousness. Is she the princess who grew up in Jiangguo's palace? Is it the soul that has been guarding the magic sword for thousands of years? Or is this the host of the Sword Spirit who was pushed to the road of salvation by fate? No, none of this matters anymore. "I am the sword." She replied softly, her voice no longer human. The third level of tempering begins - the integration of man and sword. Her form completely dissipated, turning into a sword light reaching into the sky. The light was so dazzling that everyone in the fierce battle had to cover their eyes. The screams from the evil spirits stopped suddenly, and even Zhonglou, who controlled the water of the Styx in the distance, narrowed his eyes. "Interesting." Demon Lord said softly, with an unknown smile on his lips. In the sword light, Nightshade felt unprecedented freedom and power. She is no longer bound by her body. Wherever her thoughts go, her sword energy can reach her. She saw the creeping darkness at the core of the barrier. It was the true form of the evil spirit, swallowing up countless beings of life and light. She also saw her companions outside the barrier who were struggling to support themselves: demonized plants were still growing on Maomao's body, the white lotus seen in the snow was almost withered, the white tofu's star formation was crumbling, and Sedum... Jingtian was looking at the sword light that she had transformed into, with despair in her eyes that she had never seen before. "Wait for me." She used her sword energy to convey this last message, and then rushed towards the core of the barrier without hesitation. The evil spirit felt threatened, and countless tentacles stretched out from the darkness, trying to block her progress. But those tentacles that were capable of corroding the divine weapon were wiped out when they approached the light of the sword. Nightshade felt a pure joy, as if she was born for this moment, to cut through the darkness, to protect those behind her. "Sword Spirit, you and I have the same origin." The evil spirit made a low voice, which was the chorus of thousands of voices, "Heaven created and abandoned us, used us and sealed us. Why should we protect those betrayers?" Nightshade did not answer. She is not fighting for heaven, nor is she fighting for so-called justice. She just couldn't watch the people she loved suffer, that's all. The sword light grew stronger, and she felt like she was burning, and every step forward was consuming the last of her humanity. She thought of the first-generation sword spirit she saw in the reflection of the mirror lake. Did the woman who chose martyrdom also experience such a choice? The core of the barrier is right in front of you. It is a black vortex that is constantly rotating, swallowing up all the surrounding light. Nightshade gathered all her strength and turned herself into a giant sword that spanned the world. Ancient runes flowed on the sword, which was the ultimate form of the Evil-killing Sword Technique. "No!" The evil spirit roared at the end. The blade fell. There was no sound, no explosion, just a flash of light that cut through eternity. The darkness receded like a tide, and the barrier shattered inch by inch. Wherever the sword light passes, the filth is purified, the evil spirits dissipate, and even the water of the Styx that pours back begins to recede. Nightshade felt itself dissipating, like snowflakes thrown into the fire, beautiful and fleeting. The last thing she saw was Sedum running towards her, and what she heard was her companions calling her name. But she could no longer respond, because she was no longer Nightshade or Sword Spirit. She had become the light that cut through the darkness and became a part of the legend. When the light dissipated, there was only a simple long sword stuck on the ground at the core of the barrier. The sword was as white as frost and snow, and a strand of silver-white hair remained on the hilt. Jingtian knelt down in front of the sword, stroking the cold sword body with his trembling hands. There was still a trace of nightshade on it, but he could no longer find the woman who would smile at him. From a distance, Chonglou looked at this scene and shook his head slightly: "Use your body as a sword to break and then stand up. It's a pity, it's a pity." No one noticed that the ancient sword stuck in the ground trembled slightly, as if responding to something. And deep inside the sword, a faint consciousness was floating in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to wake up. On the horizon, the first ray of morning light pierced the long night and shone on the devastated land. The battle was over, but the cost was far greater than anyone could have imagined.