If only I were truly a man...
...
The light from a pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and faint.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a brand-new stream of energy flowing through his body, he muttered to himself, "A sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
All things under heaven change in myriad ways but never stray from their root. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is that lofty immortality.
Only cultivators who have achieved lesser immortality are truly worthy of the title "Immortal," having initially "achieved Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the man, and the man nurtures the sword. Although it's not as exaggerated as complete unity between man and sword, if one wishes to reach the end of the cultivator's path, they must at least cultivate a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
