Chapter 2101: Nirvana Sacred Body and the Xuantian Sword

At first glance, the green sword shadow appeared quite ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the entire shadow was composed of countless inch-long green runes densely packed together.

These runes were vastly different from ordinary ones—each was a vivid emerald, with faint gold and silver streaks shimmering on their surfaces. As they flickered slightly, the surrounding space distorted and blurred.

The vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth, centered around Han Li, funneled violently into the runes like a whirlpool.

The initially indistinct sword shadow rapidly sharpened into clarity at a visible speed.

“Impossible! It’s a Profound Heavenly Treasure!”

It wasn’t Baohua who spoke, but the black-robed youth beside her, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

“Judging by its aura, it is indeed a Profound Heavenly Treasure, and its power seems to surpass even your Black Demon Dagger. Since my awakening in the Spirit Realm, I’ve heard rumors of a newly emerged Profound Heavenly Slaying Sword ranked third among the treasures. Yet, none of the Spirit Realm races have managed to locate it. It seems this is the one! It appears we’ve both underestimated the human race.” Baohua’s eyes flickered several times before her jade-like face finally revealed a solemn expression.

“No. If the human race truly obtained a Profound Heavenly Treasure, why would they entrust it to a mere Body Integration cultivator? Without at least a Mahayana-level cultivation, one can’t even activate such a treasure,” Yuan Yao the Sacred Ancestor shook his head repeatedly.

“Can’t activate it? Then what is that phenomenon in his hand, and how did it block my Lianhua Finger?” Baohua sneered after a brief pause.

“Perhaps he’s merely borrowing a trace of the treasure’s aura to bluff,” Yuan Yao narrowed his eyes, though his tone lacked conviction.

“That is indeed a possibility, and I too have my doubts. Fellow Daoist Yuan Yao, would you care to test him?” Baohua suddenly smiled as she posed the question.

“Heh, this is your matter, Fellow Daoist Baohua. It has nothing to do with me. If you wish to verify the truth, go ahead and act. I’ve lost interest in intervening,” the black-robed youth chuckled dismissively.

“From your words, it seems you’ve abandoned any intention of attacking him. Fellow Daoist Yuan Yao, you won’t have any… second thoughts once I make my move, will you?” Baohua snorted lightly, her tone probing.

“Rest assured. Since you’re the one pursuing him, I won’t interfere in the slightest,” Yuan Yao replied with a strange laugh, his tone resolute.

“Good. I trust you won’t go back on your word. Then let me test whether he can truly wield a Profound Heavenly Treasure!” Baohua’s eyes shimmered as she nodded slowly.

In the next moment, she rubbed her hands together, and the pink flower she held vanished in a flash. Yet, between her palms, pink mist surged once more, coalescing into a slender pink branch.

The branch was no more than two feet long, translucent and crystalline, its surface densely inscribed with intricate pink runes.

With a single grasp, the branch appeared between her fingers, and she flicked it gently toward Han Li in the distance.

Instantly, the winds and clouds within several miles shifted violently. Countless pink petals surged from the void, flickered wildly, and then vanished without a trace.

Han Li’s expression darkened as pink light flashed in the air around him. Innumerable petals materialized eerily, transforming into countless crystalline miniature swords that shot toward him.

The air filled with the sound of slicing wind as a storm of pink blades rained down.

At the center of this terrifying spectacle, Han Li’s gaze sharpened slightly, yet he showed no fear. Instead, he took a deep breath and uttered several cryptic incantations.

The green sword shadow in his palm emitted a resonant hum before shrinking abruptly into his hand.

Then, an indescribable surge of sword intent erupted from Han Li. Amidst flashes of dark green light, a colossal sword shadow, over a hundred zhang tall, erupted from his arm and shot into the sky.

Han Li’s figure was instantly enveloped within a dark green sword curtain.

The countless pink sword beams struck the curtain, producing a series of dull thuds before melting away like snow under spring sunlight, utterly incapable of breaching the emerald barrier.

The white-robed woman showed no surprise at this sight. Instead, she calmly flicked the crystalline branch in her hand twice more.

Immediately, the pink sword beams above the pond multiplied like a torrential downpour, transforming into a storm of blades that assailed the green curtain.

Though the green sword curtain contained unfathomable power, each of the crystalline swords formed from petals was no ordinary weapon.

After a series of deafening clashes and blinding flashes, even the green curtain—forged from the power of heaven and earth by a Profound Heavenly Treasure—began to tremble faintly.

At this, the corners of Baohua’s lips curled slightly, revealing a trace of satisfaction.

She was confident that if her opponent truly only wielded a fraction of the treasure’s power, he would never withstand this onslaught.

After all, this attack carried a portion of her origin power, its might not inferior to that of an ordinary Profound Heavenly Treasure.

Within the green curtain, Han Li observed the scene and glanced at his arm, now glowing with dark green light. A wry smile flickered across his face.

But in the next moment, his expression hardened. He slapped the top of his head, and a golden infant—his Nascent Soul—flew out.

The Nascent Soul’s tiny face was grave, its features identical to Han Li’s. Dozens of inch-long green swords whirled around it as it formed a hand seal.

Simultaneously, Han Li’s body emitted a chorus of cries—clear chirps, roars, and bellows—as five golden lights shot forth. With a flash, they transformed into massive phantoms: a golden ape, a multicolored phoenix, a silver roc, a peacock, and a golden dragon, each about ten feet tall, spinning rapidly around him.

Without hesitation, the Nascent Soul beckoned with its tiny hand.

The five spirit phantoms flickered before vanishing into the Nascent Soul’s body.

A thunderous boom!

The golden Nascent Soul erupted with blinding radiance. When the light faded, both Han Li and the Nascent Soul had vanished, replaced by a towering figure with three heads and six arms.

This figure gleamed with golden brilliance, its skin and face covered in faint golden scales. A single azure horn protruded from its forehead, and a sinister black third eye materialized between its brows.

The figure lifted its head, casting an icy gaze toward Baohua. Behind the golden scales, the face revealed was unmistakably Han Li’s—yet now, it bore an eerie, unsettling aura. His pupils held no emotion, only flickers of gold and blue light.

The black-robed youth’s eyes met this gaze for only a moment before a searing pain, as if pierced by needles, flared in his vision. Stunned, he focused intently and suddenly exclaimed, “Nirvana Physique! It’s the Nirvana Physique! What connection does he have with the Nirvana Sacred Ancestor? This supreme demonic body was perfected only by Nirvana himself!”

“It is indeed the Nirvana Physique, though not yet fully mastered—only just condensed. I wonder if he can proceed to the next transformation?” Baohua’s beautiful eyes fixed on the golden figure within the green light, her face betraying a trace of astonishment.

The demonized Han Li paid no heed to the shock of the two demonic Sacred Ancestors. Instead, he let out a low roar and raised his arm.

A dark green light flashed along his golden limb as a small, inch-long dark green sword slowly emerged, pulsing erratically, surrounded by countless swirling gold and silver runes.

“A Profound Heavenly Treasure! It truly is one! This complicates matters. With the Nirvana Physique, it’s not impossible for him to activate it!” Baohua’s heart sank as she murmured, her delicate brows furrowing.

The demonized Han Li glanced at the dark green sword hovering above his arm, an inscrutable glint in his eyes, before addressing the white-robed woman emotionlessly:

“Shall we continue? Outside this island, even with a Profound Heavenly Treasure, I would stand no chance against you. But here, any clash between us would only end in mutual destruction. Are you truly resolved to pursue this? Moreover, this seems to be our first meeting. Surely, you have no reason to seek mutual annihilation with me?”

“Nirvana Physique and a Profound Heavenly Treasure! Possessing both, you indeed have the right to fight me to the death. It seems I’ve underestimated you. Very well, we need not fight. But you must surrender one thing to me.” Baohua’s eyes flickered before she suddenly smiled, radiant as a field of blooming flowers.

“A thing? What do you refer to, Senior?” Han Li frowned, scrutinizing her before his pupils gleamed sharply.

“I cannot say for certain, but it is most likely a spiritual herb.” Baohua paused, then switched to a voice transmission, clearly unwilling to let Yuan Yao overhear.

The black-robed youth’s expression shifted slightly, but he merely snorted and crossed his arms, making no move to interfere.

“With your status and power, what herb could you possibly lack that you would seek it from me?” Han Li concealed his surprise, replying via voice transmission.

“The reason is irrelevant. But I am confident—at least seventy to eighty percent—that the herb I seek is in your possession. Otherwise, I would not have risked following you back to the Sacred Realm.” Baohua replied coolly.

“Even so, if you’ve been tracking me, why not act sooner? The others would have been no match for you.” Han Li’s mind raced, still puzzled.

“Because until now, I couldn’t confirm whether the herb was truly with you. But now, with the others dead, it must be yours.” Baohua chuckled, her tone unapologetically blunt.