As the Sword God's will dissipated, Zhang Menglong's consciousness returned to reality. The sword spirits that had been swirling in the sky turned into specks of starlight and vanished. Their existence was to guard the remnant soul of the Sword God. With the Sword God's remnant soul gone, they naturally had no purpose left.
"Quite a pity," Zhang Menglong sighed a bit, but he didn't dwell on it too much. The Sword God was indeed a determined person. In this world's rules, immortality doesn't exist. Even a martial artist at the peak of the God-breaking Realm has a lifespan of only eight thousand to ten thousand years.
To pursue immortality, one must strive for a higher realm. He gambled everything in an attempt to break through to a higher life form, but unfortunately, the breakthrough failed, and he exhausted the last bit of his life force. It truly was a sigh-worthy fate.
"He's opened his eyes!"
