Qiu Nanfeng's sword could sever everyone's memories, yet it alone could not sever the memories of the Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool lingering in his own mind.
"I can never return now, but at least before I turn into a handful of dust, let me fulfill my final duty to the Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool."
Qiu Nanfeng gave a bitter smile, gently touching the razor-sharp blade beside him, though the hilt was worn and tattered. Even if he returned now, he would only be an Abyss Sword Cultivator, not the Sword Master of the Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool.
It's not that he cared much about his own identity; the Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool was not a Sect that prioritized status.
Rather, his True Spirit could not hold out much longer and would sooner or later be assimilated by the more powerful True Spirit within him, influenced by the Abyss Will.
At that time, he would revert to being an Abyss Sword Cultivator.
