These memories together formed what he understood as the "Dream Weaving Civilization."
Beyond its rapidly advancing technology, there was warmth and inheritance.
The sword he practiced was also for inheritance and protection.
But when the civilization that bears all this is itself on the brink of annihilation, what meaning does individual perseverance still have.
When the skin is gone, where can the hair cling.
What he pursued had never been the so‑called Peak of the Sword Dao.
The sword he learned was a continuation of the ancestral culture that had been passed down to his generation.
At this moment, Cang Xuan made his decision.
He took one last look at the place he had been living in, then resolutely pushed open the door, striding into the crowd outside the window, moving against the flow toward the conscription square.
From here on, the battlefield would be where the Sword Dao he had learned would find its final resting place.
