Duan Qingchen wasn’t wrong—the master of the Cang Yuan Sword ten thousand years ago also had the Celestial Core.
“Why would such a situation appear now though?” Cang Yuan’s confused voice echoed in her mind. He probably had noticed the oddity in Duan Xiaomo’s mind ocean.
“You noticed?” Ling Chuxi pulled back her divine consciousness and asked.
“How did his mind ocean become like that? If it were not for the Celestial Core, he would have lost his mind and gone insane! His condition seems to be getting worse though, and I don’t think he will be able to hold on for much longer,” Cang Yuan said contemplatively.
“Do you know how to treat it?” Hearing Cang Yuan come to the same conclusion as herself, Ling Chuxi was overjoyed.
“The mind ocean has been split into countless pieces by a cold poison’s strength. If it were someone else, I truly would have no solution, but he is lucky he has the Celestial Core. As long as my spiritual consciousness can be condensed into a form, I can stimulate his Celestial Core and try to resolve the cold poison’s power, and recover a little bit of his mind. It is just that he is too young and does not have any cultivation, so it will be hard to thoroughly resolve it and get him back to normal. If you want to completely get rid of the cold poison, you have to find someone else,” Cang Yuan said heavily.
“That is enough. As long as his situation does not continue to worsen, everything else will be easy to deal with,” Ling Chuxi said in delight.
“Then go and prepare sufficient Ink Jade Crystals first, and wait till I form my sword spirit before speaking,” Cang Yuan said.
“Wait, can you think of a way to stop his condition from worsening?” Ling Chuxi heard Cang Yuan’s voice start to fade and hurriedly asked.
“Is he very important to you?” Cang Yuan hesitated for a moment then asked.
“Yes, very important,” Ling Chuxi said with certainty.
“Alright then, I shall try my best. I thought that I could remain awake for longer this time… Never thought that I would have to fall into a deep sleep so soon.” Cang Yuan chuckled bitterly.
“Don’t worry. As long as you can stabilize his situation, when the time comes, there will be enough Ink Jade Crystals to allow your spiritual consciousness to take form. When the time comes, you can stay as long as you want.” Ling Chuxi also did not know how many Ink Jade Crystals the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit needed to condense and take form, but either way, she had to reassure him first before deciding on the next step. One thousand Ink Jade Crystals should be enough anyway.
“It’s alright. I’ve been in a deep sleep for over ten thousand years, so a few extra days is nothing,” Cang Yuan said amicably.
Very quickly, Ling Chuxi focused her thoughts and entered Duan Xiaomo’s mind ocean. Cang Yuan’s sturdy figure once again appeared before her eyes.
He looked straight ahead and slowly unsheathed his sword. He slashed out at the endless void and although it just looked like an illusory shadow, that sword seemed to contain a terrifying strength that could destroy the heavens.
The moment the sword went forth, Duan Xiaomo’s calm mind ocean started to ripple, eventually forming waves. The waves became larger and larger, turning so turbulent it looked like a tsunami.
The grids that divided the mind ocean into countless pieces were completely drowned by the waves.
It was the first time Ling Chuxi had seen the true might of the Celestial Core. It explained why Duan Qingchen, even with his impressive cultivation, could only forcefully enter Duan Xiaomo’s mind ocean. If not for Ling Chuxi having the Nine Gloom Absolute Meridians, and Duan Xiaomo opening his mind to her, she might have drowned in his mind ocean the moment she entered.