Chapter 44 A Heart A spiritual consciousness holding a beautiful long sword slammed into the Book of All Things. It won’t work if you don’t be cruel. The translucent tentacles tightly grasped the sword intent that seemed to be real, just like a human hand. It was icy cold to the touch, and even sharper than the cold. If Rong Qing was in the Nascent Soul stage now, then the spiritual consciousness invested in the Book of All Things should be her Nascent Soul, which is in the form of a little person. But now she is not, even with her strong spiritual consciousness, she can only barely simulate a human figure, more like a translucent, slightly glowing jellyfish. Even if the spiritual consciousness was holding the sword, it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and was instantly engulfed in endless restrictions. Only when I immersed myself in it did I realize how profound and wonderful this restriction was. Rong Qing was not Mang Fang, so she was naturally discovered by the restriction the moment she entered, attracting many attacks. But as long as the sword was in hand, the restriction, which had been weakened by Mang Fang, could not cause any real harm to her. In the secular world, there is a saying that a thought can travel a thousand miles, but in the world of cultivation, this is possible. Even if the restrictions are too vast for the spiritual consciousness invested in them, they can be traveled through in an instant. "There are only 31 nodes left, but it will take some time." Having made the judgment, Rong Qing's anger finally subsided. She had marked all the nodes that were connected inside the restriction, and now she just needed to cut them one by one with her sword intent. In the darkness, the bright forbidden patterns everywhere were filled with murderous intent and coldness. To an outsider who was not familiar with forbidden techniques, they were just complicated patterns, but to an expert, they were treasures. Rong Qing had no time to think too much now, and only knew to quickly slash at the node with the sword intent.
A flash of sword light flashed across, and a node was split in half. The restrictions that were originally tightly fitted were peeled off and scattered. As the nodes collapsed one by one, the things hidden in the Book of All Things gradually appeared in Rong Qing's spiritual consciousness... The restrictions floating around were no longer a threat, so she swung her sword around her body, cutting them all apart. Without the protection of all restrictions, the Book of All Things was just an ordinary book. Except... Rong Qing's spiritual consciousness moved slightly closer, facing the regularly contracting heart. Yes. A heart. Rong Qing thought she was prepared and would not be surprised by anything she saw, but in fact, she was still surprised. It's not scary, it just feels weird. It was as if she was inside the body of a living being, rather than a spiritual weapon. A large number of thin blood vessels extend from this heart, gradually becoming transparent as they lengthen until they disappear. "Another gamble?" Rong Qing was helpless. One hand tightly grasped the sword, while the other hand stretched out to touch one of the blood threads that stretched out. "Forget it. I have the sword to protect me, and the consciousness separation technique I use is extraordinary. Even if this spiritual consciousness is annihilated here, it will not hurt the sea of consciousness itself." Rong Qing's hands were also shaped like tentacles. As soon as the two touched, they quickly entangled into one, as strong as a rope. This instinctive reaction only surprised her, but the changes that followed shocked her completely. Countless information was transmitted very quickly with this stable connection. It was as natural as falling from a high place to a low place. Rong Qing's body groaned. The large amount of information that was suddenly transmitted seemed to become a series of tangible objects, forcibly stuffed into her head. You know, she is not really in the foundation-building stage. The size of her sea of consciousness now seems to be about the same as that of a foundation-building stage, but in fact, it can be expanded to the point of half-step transformation without any obstacles. Even Rong Qing felt the pain was unbearable, so you can imagine how terrifying the amount of information contained in this heart is. "The inheritance above the seventh rank... is acceptable." A cold voice sounded in her mind. "You, you're back?" There was no way Rong Qing couldn't recognize the reason behind this voice. Wasn't this the floating word book that kept going offline? Unfortunately, the person on the other side ignored Rong Qing's surprise and just hummed coldly. "Since you have the inheritance, you can enter the tower to practice. The time is ten years." Rong Qing did not dare to miss a single word of what was said in the floating book. As the words fell, she clearly felt that a bridge was built between her mind and that distant and unknown place. It was a thin bridge, but it felt very solid.
"You mean, as long as I have the inheritance, I can start practicing the Floating Word Book?" Rong Qing was still a little confused, and was not in a hurry to put all her mind into it and go to the tower mentioned in the Floating Word Book. "Hmph." Tyrant originally didn't want to pay attention, but in its eyes, this woman still had some value, so it simply told her some information that she still needed to explore on her own, "The higher the inheritance, the longer the time you can exchange for practicing in the tower. Ten years in the tower is just a breath for you. If you are a smart person, you will know how to make the most of the time in the tower." After these words were spoken, there was no more words. And these words, which seemed like a warning, did not allow Rong Qing to hesitate. All her mind was focused on the bridge that was pulling her. It seemed that she had crossed time and space, and she felt the state she was in when she was refining the floating book. But the difference was that she was not outside the tower, but inside. Thousands of miles away in the Arctic snow-capped mountains, it was a nice day today. The harsh wind had stopped, leaving only flakes of snow falling quietly. The snow was very white, but it was not as white as the pure black embroidery on the sword master's robe. Sword Master Zhongyu stood beside the huge black stone. Even though there was a place to lean on next to him, he did not look lazy. The huge spiritual plant on the top of the black stone had light golden leaves spread out. Although Rong Qing was always worried that it would be blown crooked or broken by the strong wind, after watching it for a long time, she knew that there was no need to worry about it. Now that it was not to be tortured by the wind and snow, it must be able to take a good rest. "What do you know about the floating word book?" Chu Yuan thought carefully, "There are not many records about the Floating Word Book, and even if there are records, they are not very detailed. But what is certain is that it is a book that can lead to all paths." "Yes, it records all the ways." Zhongyu's lips curled up slightly, and on his flawless face, this shallow smile was extremely beautiful. "But this book is not created by the way of heaven. If you want to record all the ways, the effort you have to make is extraordinary." He looked at Chuyuan. The beautiful boy put on a hood, revealing his pointed chin. There was a long sword on his waist, and the scabbard was pure black. "Now that you are ready, it's time to set off now." "Yes." Chu Yuan bowed slightly, then straightened up, turned around and took a step back. With just this simple step, the figure disappeared. If Rong Qing saw this, she would not know what she felt. The gap was too big, which would only make people feel powerless. More likely, she would not care about this, but their expressions. She hated the indifferent look of the sword masters because they were too sure about certain things in the future. In their eyes, the future was certain. Sometimes, when she saw them doing inexplicable things that vaguely echoed what would happen in the future, Rong Qing could not help but feel a chill in her heart. She thought that this was probably the instinctive fear of a power that she could not understand. (End of this chapter)