"If only I were really a man..."
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and murky.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a new surge of energy traveling throughout his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
All the myriad laws of the world do not depart from their origins; what countless cultivators sought after was still that great immortality. Only cultivators who achieved minor immortality were truly worthy of the title 'Immortal,' having initially 'achieved Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the principle was that the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While not as exaggerated as the concept of 'person and sword as one,' aspiring to the pinnacle of cultivation meant, at minimum, nurturing a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
