If I really were a man, that would be good...
...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and murky.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the brand new qi circulating through her body, and muttered to herself:
"The sword needs to be nurtured."
The Qingping Sword felt like an extension of herself, but she still lacked full control over Missing Departure.
In this world, all the myriad arts and changes share a common origin; what countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that great immortality, that eternal life.
Only those cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality truly deserve the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, while it's not as extreme as becoming one with the sword, if one wishes to reach the end of a cultivator's path, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit that belongs to oneself.
