"If only I really were a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and fading.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box. Feeling the fresh qi flow through all his meridians, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishment."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become second nature, but his control over Missing Departure still lagged significantly.
In this world, among the myriad laws and changes, what countless cultivators sought was ultimate longevity—the ability to transcend death. Only those cultivators who had achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially "achieved the Dao." As for Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one wished to reach the apex of a cultivator's path, one must, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
