If only I really were a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a surge of new energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his hand, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.
Throughout the ages, countless cultivators sought the secret to immortality—the great everlasting life.
Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators like him, while the idea of becoming one with the sword was an exaggeration, reaching the pinnacle of their path required, at the very least, nurturing a Sword Spirit.
One's very own Sword Spirit.
