"If only I truly were a man..."
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The glow of the firewood pile inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the fresh flow of Qi coursing through his meridians as he muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, there was still much to be desired in terms of control.
Amidst the myriad laws of the world, what countless cultivators sought was still that supreme longevity that could defy death. Only cultivators who had achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially achieved "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, it was about nurturing the person with the sword and the sword with the person. Although there was no such exaggeration as merging as one, if one wished to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, they had to, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
