"If only I really were a man..."
The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, sensing the fresh Qi flowing through all his limbs, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs to be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still lacked some control.
The myriad laws of the world varied infinitely but did not depart from their essence. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was the grand immortality, the eternal life.
Only cultivators who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although it was not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the end of a cultivator's path, one had to, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit—a Sword Spirit of one's own.
