Qing Shuo shook his head in disappointment after listening and sighed, "Alas, I never expected that in a mere five hundred years, the once-renowned Jieyue Sword would become blinded by worldly possessions. There's no hope left, your Dao journey ends here, and you will find it difficult to achieve Divinity Transformation in this lifetime."
Upon hearing these words, Daoist Que Yue trembled, and sword light erupted from his body, suddenly filling the stone cave with oppressive might.
"Master Ancestor, what do you mean by this...?"
Once the God Transformation Realm was mentioned, Daoist Que Yue immediately lost his composure, and his profound temperament was thrown into disarray.
"The edge of a precious sword comes from grinding! A sword that lingers too long in the dusty world will, inevitably, gather dust on its blade, rust on its edge, and how can it then sever the heavenly barrier!"
