Si Lingle hurriedly reconfigured the potion for these two segnts of the Star Spirit Fruit Tree.
As for the two segnts that were growing well, Si Lingle transplanted them into the soil.
Jiu Jiu curiously walked back and forth on the side.
I never expected that this Human Clan mber could truly make the Star Spirit Fruit Tree branches take root.
Every day, seeing her tinkering with all sorts of haphazard things, I thought she would fail, but unexpectedly she succeeded.
Although they took root, whether they could sprout is still a question.
Since the Star Spirit Fruit Tree requires Star Power, Si Lingle set up a special Array and placed so technological items from the interstellar era to accelerate the Star Spirit Fruit Tree segnts’ absorption of Star Power.
Once the roots of the two weaker segnts of the Star Spirit Fruit Tree grew well, Si Lingle also transplanted these two into the soil.
They were all planted in front of her cave dwelling.
This thing requires Star Power, not Spiritual Energy, so it’s unsuitable for growing in her Nanomaterials.
If she can successfully cultivate them, Si Lingle will keep one for herself, give one to her master, one to the sect, and another to the Nine-tailed Cat Demon Clan.
Si Lingle then went into seclusion to make a breakthrough; she was about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.
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Si Lingle sat cross-legged outside the cave dwelling, the surrounding Spiritual Energy surging towards her like a tangible entity, forming a massive vortex of Spiritual Energy.
Si Lingle kept her eyes tightly shut, her face full of determination, as the Spiritual Power within her body surged wildly through her ridians, constantly impacting the Golden Core.
The Golden Core began to crack, emitting a dazzling light as if it were about to explode. With a loud bang, the Golden Core shattered, and Si Lingle’s body was enveloped by a powerful force, with her soul undergoing painful reshaping.
Under Si Lingle’s powerful Divine Thought control, the fragnts began to reassemble in an orderly fashion, gradually sketching out the form of an infant.
The Nascent Soul was about to take shape, and the Heart Demon Tribulation quietly arrived, shadowing her every step.
Si Lingle fell into endless darkness.
Various illusions started to appear in her mind, with the setbacks and failures she had once experienced surging towards her like a tide.
Then the illusion scenes switched, and she saw her most cherished family mbers.
Her grandparents, her father and mother, all had passed away in old age.
They were blaming her for not being there to see them off!
The guilt in her heart was like sharp blades, constantly stabbing at her heart.
The Heart Demon took the opportunity to enter, transforming into various forms, rampaging through her consciousness, attempting to destroy her Dao Heart.
Si Lingle gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her heart.
She was well aware that all these were illusions of the Heart Demon, a test of her Dao Heart.
Her family loved her so much; how could they bla her?
Si Lingle slowly opened her eyes, a trace of determination flashing in them.
Si Lingle raised the Qingchu Sword in her hand high, muttering incantations and channeling the Spiritual Power within her body into the Qingchu Sword.
In an instant, the Qingchu Sword blossod with dazzling brilliance.
Si Lingle swung the Qingchu Sword, slashing towards the Heart Demon illusions.
The Heart Demon illusions evaded Si Lingle’s attacks like ghosts and grew increasingly stronger.
They mocked Si Lingle’s futile efforts, trying to plunge her into despair. Si Lingle understood in her heart that this was not going to work; she must find the root of the Heart Demon to completely defeat it.
Si Lingle stopped attacking, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let her heart gradually calm down.
Si Lingle began to review her Cultivation journey, pondering her original intentions and beliefs.
She wanted to attain the Great Dao and return to her original world!!!
She upheld her original heart, charging forward with determination.
When Si Lingle opened her eyes again, the confusion in them had vanished, replaced by determination and composure.
Si Lingle tightly gripped the Qingchu Sword, gathering all her strength at the sword’s tip.
Si Lingle let out a low shout and rushed towards the core of the Heart Demon. This ti, her attack was unstoppable, and the Heart Demon illusions shattered under her sword.
The Heart Demon dissipated, and soon, a Nascent Soul surrounded by a faint sword light took shape. This Nascent Soul had purple and gold floral patterns on its forehead, distinctly different from an ordinary golden Nascent Soul, appearing exceptionally mysterious and powerful.
At this mont, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder flashing, as if the heavens and earth were shaking for this breakthrough.
"Boom!" The first bolt of Heavenly Tribulation descended like a thick silver dragon, striking straight down from the sky.
Si Lingle reacted swiftly, circulating Spiritual Power throughout her body, using the Mysterious Martial Technique to resist the first.
Being struck, Si Lingle absorbed the Thunder Power for Body Refining.
Quickly, the second bolt of Heavenly Tribulation struck down, and Si Lingle continued to resist it.
When the third bolt of Heavenly Tribulation struck, Si Lingle brandished the Qingchu Sword, unleashing the Thunder Sword Intent!
A fierce purple Sword Intent collided violently with the lightning, resulting in a terrifying burst of energy, as if the entire space was being torn apart.
Si Lingle was pushed back several steps, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth.
Before Si Lingle could catch her breath, the fourth bolt of Heavenly Tribulation had already ford.
This ti, the lightning transford into countless sharp sword lights, covering the sky and earth, like a storm of death.
Si Lingle did not dare to slack off, fully activating the Mysterious Martial Technique to protect herself, while wielding the Qingchu Sword to fiercely contest with the sword tribulation.
"Clang clang clang!" The Sword Intent and sword tribulation collided continuously, producing a crisp and urgent sound, each clash sparking dazzling sparks.
Si Lingle’s body bore multiple wounds, yet she persisted with gritted teeth, her eyes revealing unwavering determination.
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