Ning Xia squinted her eyes, trying her best to mobilize her remaining attention in order to capture the enemy's movements.
But the thought is good, but the reality is cruel. She didn't know whether it was sweat that blurred her vision, or she was in so much pain that she lost visual control. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch the enemy's attack.
When she felt the spiritual pressure on the other side carrying murderous intent, Ning Xia's mind became empty for a moment. Her thoughts were very confused, and deep down in her consciousness she wanted to get out of this state of collapse, but the weak part of her body and heart kept holding her back, trying to persuade her to give up.
She suddenly felt a little confused, at this moment.
Suddenly, familiar and burning power burst out from the spiritual platform, instantly extending and penetrating through the limbs and bones. The original decline like a mountain collapsing was saved by the powerful burst of power. Ningxia felt as if the life force that had been constantly lost was flowing back in an instant. A lot.
She felt as if her surroundings suddenly became very quiet, everything around her seemed to be distanced, and everything became very far away. Heaven and earth, all things, colors, smells, sounds, and senses... everything seemed to be stripped away in an instant, and everything underfoot became frivolous, unable to find any substance.
Is this... the feeling of death?
Ning Xia didn't know what happened. It seemed that she suddenly became very painful, and it seemed that she suddenly became like this. She knew that something must have happened, and she also knew that she seemed to have forgotten a lot of things. She knew that she should remember it. Yes, but at this moment she didn't want to think about anything.
Because her whole person seemed to be pulled out, everything in her subconscious seemed to be quantified into something fluid and ungraspable in an instant.
However, in just a moment's thought, her mind seemed to be watching a lantern, and many memory fragments flashed before her eyes, all about certain situations that had happened in her life. Some were happy, some were unhappy, some were angry after seeing it, and some lingered and became eternal regrets... Ningxia just watched these clips flow without emotion, her mood was calm, as if she was not watching. Not herself but a strange character in some other storybook biography.
But her calmness didn't last long, and she finally paused, lingering in a distant fragment.
That was a long time ago, and she rarely took the initiative to recall those things about that person. Because although those past events make people feel extremely warm, they also make people feel sad for no reason. The more they think about them, the more regretful they become. It is useless to think about them too much.
Although I am relieved, I am particularly regretful. This is something that cannot be changed no matter what. People instinctively avoid people and things that make them feel painful and heavy, and Ningxia is no exception.
But in this fragmented space of consciousness, Ningxia forgot to avoid the things she was accustomed to avoid.
She knew that she was mediocre and a little weak at heart, which was caused by her nature. No matter how she changed and how much she experienced, she probably wouldn't change much. No matter how many modifications you make, they are just modifications and cannot be attached to the inner essence.
Even if others praise her for her youth and promise, and her fellow teachers are pleased with her unlimited growth, only Ningxia herself knows that deep down she is still the ordinary modern person who came from the peaceful times. That's her true self.
Her childhood education has made her believe in the power of technology. Therefore, in the world of cultivation, she also subconsciously practiced the formation method, because in her eyes, the formation method and formation equipment were essentially the ultimate use of "instruments". And isn’t technology also the development of utensil culture to its extreme?
Therefore, deep down in her heart, perhaps even she herself did not realize that she believed in and relied more on the Tao of Formation, but she was faintly neglecting the true path of cultivation.
And the various adventures that happened later continued to strengthen and deepen her awareness. Because he was constantly saved by the formation, he was able to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation because of his excellent formation, and he walked through spring and autumn with the solid company of the formation. The formation path has unknowingly become a pilgrimage road on the road to seeking peace in Ningxia.
This is actually a good thing. She has found her own way. If Ningxia hadn't avoided cultivation itself so much...
It’s not that you can’t take the Tao of Formation as your own. After all, there are tens of millions of Tao in the world, and everyone may be different. It’s impossible for everyone to implement the exact same Tao to reach the top.
However, Ningxia often ignores the cultivation itself. You must know that cultivating immortality is ultimately about cultivating strength. Whether it is the formation path or the alchemy path, you still have to have the power to be qualified to pursue the path. Otherwise, how can a little qi practitioner who has not started to practice have the right to talk about the path.
Ningxia should pay more attention to and enhance its own strength at this stage. But she is not like that. Speaking of cultivation, she is actually pretty good, rising level by level, but none of her moves or secrets are good, and even if she does, they are relatively superficial.
What she pays more attention to in fighting is to use strength to fight hard. Coupled with the exquisite formation support, there have been no major problems in these years.
But after all, this is not a long-term solution. If one day the opponent she encounters does not give her a chance to use the formation, and her strength is not as good as others, what can she do then? In the time between life and death, she couldn't just knock the opponent down with all her strength.
Ningxia also knows that its power is like a mirror, a castle in the air, built on illusions. It wants to change, but it has been dragging it until today.
She originally planned to spend several years cultivating in the secret realm and pondering over it, so that she could really improve her strength and make her strength truly match her cultivation level.
Never thought that plans could not keep up with the changes, and Ningxia would always be unable to keep up with the peaceful days. It's not easy to go out casually without encountering such a life-threatening situation. It was impossible for her to calm down and think about it at this moment.
But the road is also made by people, and there is no time to think about it, but she has not forgotten that someone once taught her very seriously.
The memory fragments about that person were scattered, many were almost blurred, and some even she herself didn't know whether they really existed. But there was one sentence that she remembered clearly, like a light in the dark night, flickering in the silence.
"The sword comes from the heart, just like your heart. Wherever the heart goes, that's where the sword goes. The human heart is connected to the sword and becomes one with the sword. This is the unity of man and sword, which is the great unity..."
She doesn't have powerful moves or moves, nor does she have the strength to match her cultivation level, but she has an extremely powerful sword and a heart that is willing to entrust her with the spiritual sword.
Ning Xia's eyes passed through a patch of melting fiery red, hanging in the middle of the dark pupils, like a glazed flame sneaking in. The whole person seemed to be illuminated by two points of fire, revealing an inexplicable ethereal meaning.
Wherever my heart goes, is where the sword goes...? She murmured unconsciously and moved her fingertips, as if something jumped into and touched her palm. The burning power came from her spiritual veins and poured into somewhere along the palm of her hand.
In an instant, there was a roar.
