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Chapter 0: Two Nirvana Order
On Divine Sword Mountain, the realm of humans and spirits does not intersect; however, beneath Divine Sword Mountain, it is a battlefield for both.
Several of my cousins risked their lives to seek swords for themselves! This is the reason behind Lian Yun's heavy expression!
Carrying this burden, Lian Yun lost interest in training. After chatting with Lin's Three Uncles and Lin Nan for a while, he left alone.
Passing through a doorway, he arrived directly at his mother Lin Beiyan's courtyard.
It was spotless, with ancient artifacts still intact.
No matter who had given the order, Lian Yun knew that this courtyard had been waiting for him for three years.
With childhood memories of being here with his parents, Lian Yun stepped into a special room.
The room was spacious, devoid of any external items. The walls emitted a faint glow, and without any lights, it became an absolute sealed chamber once the door was closed.
After shutting the door, Lian Yun summoned the Three Spirits, then released a Spirit from Lian Hao's Ghost Group!
The Three Spirits swiftly captured the Spirit, diving into Lian Yun's body and refusing to come out for a long time.
Again and again—until all the Spirits from Lian Hao and Lian Jie's Ghost Group were caught by the Three Spirits and reduced to nothing!
However, when the Three Spirits emerged once more, their levels had not increased but rather regressed, reaching only the peak of the initial stage and exiting from the king level!
Yet, the expressions of the Three Spirits were filled with joy, making even Lian Yun feel a sense of delight!
This time, the Big Head Ghost also came out. Clearly chatty, it immediately said, “Boss, as my level rises, we can actively squeeze out spiritual power in that space to help you grow!”
“How much spiritual power do you need? We can give you all of ours. Let’s help you recover your former strength as soon as possible!”
Lian Yun had the intention to tease Big Head Ghost, but he found himself unable to do so. He was currently resisting the overwhelming malice and despair that filled the room, emanating from the eighteen Ghost Kings.
He was honing his willpower.
In the battle against Spirits, countless Monsters had emerged over the past three years. Even three years ago, he had experienced numerous fights.
However, the main threat in battles with Spirits came from those Spirits that possessed objects, much like an Armored Bus, rather than from Ghost Slaves like Big Head Ghost.
Ghost Slaves that could exist independently were quite rare, and a few were exceptionally powerful—so powerful that even Monarchs could not compete with them. But under normal circumstances, Spirits capable of independent existence were merely prey waiting to be captured by Armed Ghost Hunters with their high-tech equipment.
Thus, Lian Yun refrained from intervening directly with these Spirits and instead let the Three Spirits handle them.
He paid no mind to whether his spiritual power was increasing; he simply focused on resisting the air thick with what felt like the world's collective malice.
Truthfully, three years ago, he had sensed the greatest malice in existence—a malice that spanned from ancient times to the present, as if he were isolated by the entire world.
Having endured such overwhelming negativity, it seemed as though Lian Yun no longer needed to continue honing his willpower.
But that was not the case!
The malice from that conspiracy three years prior was so immense that it was beyond what a human body could bear.
At that time, Lian Yun had been determined to protect Cloud Emperor City and had completely ignored that malice.
Even now, he still could not feel that malice; all he felt was the sorrow of losing his parents and the pain of being betrayed by his grandfather.
Therefore, he needed to strengthen his willpower—not only to prepare for his upcoming journey to Evil Spirit City but also to guard against the possibility of that malice suddenly descending upon him, lest he be unable to withstand it.
After a while, Lian Yun finally released the Spirits from Lian Xiong Ghost Group, one after another.
Lian Yun knew without looking that Lian Xiong's Ghost Slave would undoubtedly attack him with all its might!
This was also the reason he had not checked on Lian Xiong's Ghost Group during his journey to the Lin family.
Although the Three Spirits had experienced a decline in their realm, their strength had not weakened. Moreover, the Three Spirits had been inseparable in both their past and present lives, naturally sharing a deep connection.
Lian Yun understood that Lian Xiong's Ghost Slave was not of a particularly high level. Even if it were powerful, he was not worried that the Three Spirits would struggle against it. Thus, after releasing Lian Xiong's Ghost Slave, he chose not to intervene further, allowing the Three Spirits to capture the Spirit into their own bodies.
He merely focused on adjusting his mindset.
As Lian Yun had anticipated, even the weakest remnants formed from Lian Xiong's Ghost Slave contained more malice than any of Lian Hao and Lian Jie's Ghost Slaves combined!
By the time ten Spirits were completely disassembled, the Three Spirits and Big Head Ghost standing beside Lian Yun were affected by the malevolence in the air, their expressions turning fierce.
However, as time passed and they sensed the calm demeanor emanating from Lord Lian Yun, Big Head and the Three Spirits gradually relaxed their menacing looks. Though their faces remained cold and unfriendly, they became quiet.
It was only in the evening that Lian Yun concluded his training. After exiting the special room, he sat quietly in the courtyard for a while.
This was a moment to cleanse himself of malice with the evening glow and to heal his wounds with the gentle night breeze.
Once he felt at peace, Lian Yun walked to the courtyard entrance and received a plate of slightly chilled food from a waiting ghost servant. He thanked them before returning to the courtyard.
Afterward, he took his time savoring his meal in the Pavilion.
Her movements were graceful, yet her expression was filled with sorrow.
The last time he dined in this Pavilion, his parents were still alive. Though there were few words exchanged, the atmosphere was one of tranquil happiness.
Now, he was left alone, feeling desolate and heartbroken.
In moments of unbearable loneliness, he would draw his sword and practice in the courtyard, sometimes performing grand and bold strokes, other times moving softly like a dance, as if a bird nestled close. This was the swordplay of his father, Lian Cheng, and mother, Lin Beiyan.
He danced their sword techniques to remember them.
Unbeknownst to him, the moon had risen high, nearing midnight.
At this point, Lian Yun sheathed his sword and stood still for a moment before leaving the courtyard to where Grandma was.
He respectfully bowed to Master Pang before stepping into the courtyard.
As before, Grandma sat on the wooden planks of the Pavilion, the teapot and teacups in front of her already slightly cool, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
However, this time, Lian Yun took a seat across from Grandma and placed a nearly identical Nirvana Order on the tea table beside her own.
(End of Chapter)
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