"If only I really were a man..."
...
The firewood's glow within the Daoist Temple was dim and subdued.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box, feeling the fresh flow of qi through her body, and whispered to herself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to her, but she still lacked considerable control over the Missing Departure.
The myriad laws of the world change endlessly but do not stray from their origins. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that ultimate, undying longevity.
Only cultivators who achieve lesser longevity truly deserve the title of 'Immortal,' having initially 'achieved Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While becoming one with the sword was an exaggeration, anyone wishing to reach the end of a cultivator's path had to, at the very least, cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's own.
