this infinite world

"Sword Qi and Thunder Sound... I never expected that the first time I saw this move was in another multiverse."

Thinking of the purple thunder that just exceeded the speed of light, Yang Yun felt a subtle emotion in his heart.

Since to perform Sword Qi Thunder Sound one must transform one's golden elixir into a sword pill and deliver a mind-body strike, only sword cultivators can learn it. Even Luo Yinglong, who practiced the true teachings of the two worlds of Shushan, was unable to truly learn this technique due to the limitations of the orthodox path of cultivation, and only understood its theoretical essence.

But when he was in the main god space before, Yang Yun had heard Luo Yinglong brag about this sword cultivator's trump card. When it was cultivated to a high level, it was even stronger than the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect's unique skill "Heavenly Sword". I'm afraid that only hundreds of years later, the "Xiaoyao Divine Sword" created by the protagonist Li Xiaoyao could be compared with it in power.

Of course, based on Yang Yun's understanding of Luo Yinglong, the reason why that fool yearns for "Sword Qi and Thunder Sound" is probably because this move is cool enough to perform... The sword light is like thunder, and it travels thousands of miles in an instant, which is exactly in line with that guy's introverted and pretentious personality.

Thinking of Luo Yinglong's nature, Yang Yun shook his head helplessly. He returned his gaze to the purple sword ball in his hand, which was only twitching slightly occasionally, like a dying person. Immediately, a stream of immortal power passed over, nourishing Nian Xikong's true spirit that was on the verge of collapse like spring rain, helping to stabilize the situation.

"Okay, relax."

While performing the corresponding treatment with ease, Yang Yun raised his head and looked at Zhang Heng, who was trembling but still standing firmly in front of him without retreating a single step. He smiled and said, "I am not here to be your enemy."

"After all, if we really had to do it, you would have died countless times."

——There is no more convincing statement than this.

Zhang Heng's palms were already soaked with cold sweat, and the cold touch of the Sky Arrow Cloth could not calm his pounding heart. He knew better than anyone that the strength of the mysterious man in front of him was beyond his comprehension. If Nian Xikong's devastating attack just now could not hurt the other party at all, then no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless...

But thinking of Chu Hao half-kneeling on the ground behind him, Zhang Heng, despite being trembling with fear, still bent his bow firmly and put two arrows on the bowstring and aimed at Yang Yun, as if this would give him some sense of security...

"Sign up!" The young man said the most cowardly words with the greatest courage: "Otherwise I won't believe you!"

...No, do I want you to believe it?
"This Zhang Heng...why does he seem to be having trouble thinking?"

Yang Yun looked at the baby-faced young man in front of him speechlessly. Although he had seen several "Zhang Hengs" before, the Zhang Heng in front of him seemed to have a particularly poor brain, and he didn't know why.

But considering the other party's original intention to protect his teammates, as well as his stubbornness in doing something he knew was impossible, Yang Yun still sighed and patiently explained: "I repeat, I have no ill will towards you... Forget it, I'll show you a little bit of my skills."

As he spoke, Yang Yun glanced at the Ziying sword pill, which had regained its brilliance due to the infusion of immortal spiritual power. He tapped it lightly with his fingertips, and the purple light immediately rippled like water waves, extremely gentle.

"Zheng!"

With a clear sword sound, the completely stabilized Nian Xikong's true spirit popped out from the Ziying sword pill like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The spirit body was shimmering with a translucent purple halo, its long hair fluttered without wind, and its eyes still had the determination it had when it risked its life just now...

"I am"

Nian Xikong blinked blankly after regaining consciousness. She first looked down at her illusory hands, and then at the Ziying Sword that was connected to her mind. The last fragment of her memory still stayed at the moment when she burned everything to perform the "Sword Qi Thunder Sound". The pain of being annihilated was definitely not an illusion.

But now, not only is her true spirit intact, but her connection with the Ziying Sword has become even more...pure?
"You are already very good to be able to bring out 70%... well, almost 50% of the power of the Purple Ying Sword, a semi-innate spiritual treasure, during the Foundation Establishment Period. At least that idiot Luo Yinglong definitely could not compare to you during the Foundation Establishment Period."

Facing Nian Xikong, who was in the true spirit state and constantly examining himself with his spiritual sense, with an expression of disbelief written all over his face, Yang Yun smiled and said, "But don't try so hard next time... Even though the Ziying Sword is your natal spiritual treasure, its power cannot be controlled by a mere foundation-building stage."

"Oh, okay...wait, you know Brother?"

Faced with Yang Yunru's earnest admonition like an elder in the sect, Nian Xikong didn't react at all for a while, and even nodded subconsciously and said "OK". It was as if she was not in the magic ring plane thousands of miles away, but back to the sect where she was born and raised.

But when Nian Xikong realized the huge amount of information revealed in Yang Yun's words, as well as the name "Luo Yinglong", the sword-cultivating girl from the Beibingzhou team no longer cared that she was still in the true spirit state. She immediately pounced in front of Yang Yun like a female ghost and asked anxiously: "Where did you meet Brother? Which reincarnation team was he in before? How can I revive him——"

"I do know Luo Yinglong, but the Luo Yinglong I know is not the same person as the one you know."

Speaking the difficult riddle, Yang Yun looked up and down at Nian Xikong, who was full of anxiety, and said, "But your current state is not suitable for chatting... Let me help you."

As he spoke, a green light of creation rose from Yang Yun's palm, and the purest life energy flowed in that light. He lightly placed his palm against his lips and blew out a breath of fresh air -

"Shh!"

When this breath of fresh air blended with the green light, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. The water vapor in the void condensed into meridians, the earth spirits deep in the earth gathered into bones, and the power of Jianmu turned into the purest wood vitality... The three forces, under the integration of Yang Yun's power of creation, wrapped Nian Xikong's true spirit and constructed a perfect body at a speed visible to the naked eye!

When the last ray of spiritual light sank into his brows, Nian Xikong, who was standing in the same place, subconsciously touched his cheek - the warm touch, the strong heartbeat, and even the calluses on his fingertips were exactly the same as before.

"How is this possible...?"

If it was just the physical body that needed to be reshaped, it would be fine. After all, although it is difficult to construct a physical body that carries a true spirit from scratch, it is not something that would make people exclaim "impossible". This is even more true for the members of the Samsara Squad. After all, they have to undergo a full body repair every time they return to the main god space... But what shocked Nian Xikong was that the resonance between this new body and the Purple Ying Sword was even more compatible than when she refined the sword into a pill and completely merged herself with the Purple Ying Sword!
The problem is, Nian Xikong’s previous body was already her original body from her first life!

When she just entered the main god space, Nian Xikong had already undergone full body repair by the main god and regained the body that best suited her soul in her first life... That was both her original appearance and the appearance that she had almost forgotten after going through three hundred and forty-seven reincarnations.

For Nian Xikong, it was indeed a huge surprise. After all, in her opinion, no matter how good the body is, it is not as good as the original one. Only this first-life body can make her recast her soul most easily, thus transforming from a mortal to an immortal, which is a hundred times and a thousand times easier than the three hundred or so reincarnations. Later, even when those reincarnated bodies had the ability to surpass the first life, they were always like a scabbard that was not the right size. No matter how much they adjusted, they could not achieve the perfect fit with the Ziying Sword in the first life... But... what was going on now?

Nian Xikong subconsciously made a gesture to draw the sword, and as soon as this thought came to her mind, the Purple Ying Sword Pill completed the corresponding transformation. A four-foot purple light was suspended in her palm, and the light flowing through the sword was perfectly synchronized with the pulsation of her blood, as if this innate divine sword was originally a part of her body. And this degree of fit was even better than before... It was as if until today, the Purple Ying Sword finally recognized her wholeheartedly!
"What exactly did you do to me?"

Her feelings would never lie. She sensed the purple light on the Ziying Sword rising and falling in waves. After regaining her body, Nian Xikong's voice could not be stopped from trembling, because everything Yang Yun had done had completely overturned her worldview: "Why, this new body would..."

"Will it be more compatible with your previous body?"

Yang Yun looked at the shocked Nian Xikong with amusement, and continued what he could not say any more: "This is the disadvantage of only practicing Taoism but not cultivating the gene lock... You don't think that the compatibility of the body, soul and true spirit is something that cannot change, do you?"

If Nian Xikong's life trajectory is like a sword, then as time goes by, the things she experiences and the corresponding paths she walks will also reflect her inner thoughts and the corresponding changes in her mentality, which is equivalent to the sword being constantly tempered and changing its shape and quality. Every experience is a hammer, and every choice is like quenching, gradually carving the original unpolished jade into a completely different appearance...

How can a person's essence be something that does not change? You know, the light of the soul may change with a person's experience, not to mention the "flesh body" which is not as important as the soul, and even less important than the true spirit.

To give a simple example, is it possible that compared to the beginning, Zheng Zha's body is still the same body as when he was a white-collar worker? As early as when he unlocked the fourth-order gene lock, Zheng Zha had been constantly optimizing genes and upgrading his mythical genes to transform his body... If not, would the "Hidden Dragon Transformation" combat form be dead?
In Yang Yun's opinion, Nian Xikong is now in a misunderstanding. After all, the best is what suits her best. Blindly pursuing the "first life body" restored by the Lord God is like cutting one's feet to fit the shoes... After all, after experiencing countless reincarnations, Nian Xikong has already become very different from her in the first life. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are two different people. And how can such a person still be the most compatible with the body of the first life?

“No matter how perfect the body created by the Lord God is, it is still a dead object after all. It will only be created according to the body in your memory.”

Facing Nian Xikong's thoughtful gaze, Yang Yun instructed like a true teacher at this moment: "Judging from the condition of your true spirit, the number of times you have reincarnated has obviously exceeded the limit of your cultivation. Even with the protection of the Purple Ying Sword, your own mentality is still deeply trapped in the 'knowledge barrier' and cannot extricate yourself... In other words, if you continue like this, unless someone uses great magical powers to rebuild your foundation, your future achievements are destined to be low."

"...Thank you, senior!" After hearing this, how could Nian Xikong not understand that this so-called "great magical power to reshape the foundation" should be here? He quickly bowed to Yang Yun to thank him.

"You don't have to thank me. After all, I can do this thanks to your master Baimei."

Yang Yun waved his hand and told Nian Xikong the part of the truth that he didn't know: "If your master hadn't put your body information, genetic factors, and data into this Ziying Sword in the form of runes, I wouldn't be able to complete this work in such a short time..."

At this point, Yang Yun touched his chin and said in a strange tone: "But your master should have taught you about these things, right? Could it be that you skipped class? Just like that fool Luo Yinglong..."

Hearing this, Nian Xikong's pretty face turned red, but she could no longer say that she had let down her master's kindness. She decided to leave the Shushan plane on her own and continue to reincarnate in many planes to find the truth about her senior brother's whereabouts.

But no matter what, the girl bowed to Yang Yunying and performed a great ceremony: "For today's matter, I think Xikong has inherited the cause and effect of the predecessor. If..."

At this point, Nian Xikong wanted to say something polite like "I must repay a favor", but at this moment he could no longer say it. After all, with the strength of the person in front of him, why would he need to repay a favor? Moreover, he had nothing now, and the only reward he could offer was this Ziying Sword...

"It's okay. What you said just now is enough reward for me." Seeing Nian Xikong's embarrassment, Yang Yun smiled and took the initiative to help the other party out of the predicament.

But to be fair, Yang Yun's words were not completely an excuse. After all, what he needed now was luck and status, not anything else. Nian Xikong not only possessed the semi-innate spiritual treasure, the Purple Ying Sword, and had a close relationship with Luo Yinglong; he also entered the main god space and often accompanied the protagonist, so his luck was naturally very strong... Just this time, helping Nian Xikong rebuild his foundation and making him owe him a great cause and effect was enough to divert a considerable part of his luck.

"Very good, then the next one is Ling Xin..."

Feeling the extra luck on him and the sense of crisis in his heart fading a lot, Yang Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, since he entered this multiverse, he has been operating in a state of zero luck, which is really frightening...

"Okay, Zhang Heng... let me do it."

On the other side, Zhang Heng, who had listened to the conversation between Nian Xikong and Yang Yun, also realized that this was most likely a misunderstanding, so he put down his weapon awkwardly and made way, revealing Chu Hao behind him. The captain of the North Ice Continent team also returned to normal at this time, no longer with his previous black eyes. He looked at Yang Yun and said, "Although I am very grateful for your help, and I understand that you have no ill intentions, but before that, I still have to explain to you-"

"You seem to have found the wrong person. Ling Xin is my brother... and my name is Chu Hao, the current captain of the Beibingzhou team."

"That's right, Chu Hao is Ling Xin, and Ling Xin is Chu Hao."

Facing Chu Hao's denial, Yang Yun waved his hand as expected and said with a smile: "It seems that you still don't understand your true identity. I say--"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yun suddenly looked at Chu Hao's face and froze in place.

In Chu Hao's eyes, the mysterious master who had just helped Xikong rebuild his body first rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then looked down at something between his fingers. After confirming it three times, he muttered to himself: "The protagonist's position, yes, this can't be wrong... But what about the luck? Where did the luck go?"

"Fuck, there is a 'protagonist' in this world with zero luck?"

“Luck?” Although Chu Hao was puzzled, he looked at his body and asked, “I don’t know what you are referring to, please explain…”

“…Wait a moment!”

At this moment, Yang Yun was like one of those fortune tellers on the street, counting on his fingers with a serious face. And a few seconds later, a terrifying scream was heard in this space...

"No way……"

"You are really not Ling Xin!" (End of this chapter)