"If only I were really a man..."
The pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple emanated a dim, heavy light.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a completely new qi flowing through his body and murmured to himself:
Swords need nurturing.
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
All myriad laws of the world never stray far from their root. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought that elusive great long life.
Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser long life truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially Achieved Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. Although there is no such exaggerated concept as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's own.
