Ten years to hone a sword, its frosty edge still untested. Today I show it to you: who has suffered an injustice?
There are two kinds of sword cultivators: Dao swords and Law swords.
Those who cultivate the Dao sword focus on mastering the art and the way of controlling people. After a fleeting hundred years, they vanish like drifting clouds and flowing water. They regard life as grass and human lives as dust, treating sages and commoners alike. They walk the world with sword in hand. Most ordinary people enter this path through martial arts, training their inner strength, mastering their breath, and circulating it through the body's meridians. This ordinary path is open to everyone. Yet though entering the path is easy, achieving mastery is difficult. Those who reach its utmost heights can dance their swords like starlight, cleave the void, shatter the sun and moon, and wield the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Those who cultivate the Law sword focus on the art and the way of controlling swords. Heaven gains the One and becomes clear; earth gains the One and becomes tranquil; spirits gain the One and become numinous; valleys gain the One and become full; all things gain the One and come to life. The Dao cannot return to Heaven; it can nurture people but cannot preserve them forever. With the body, one can cleave Heaven. In the midst of nature's ceaseless, silent currents, all are my fate, all are my power, and all are my spirit.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
I remember that one heavenly being was enough to conquer a lower-level world. You told me that Guangyan was a golden immortal. . .
It's okay. Just pay me a hammer.
What the hell, it's gone after half-reading it. You might as well not write it.
The author, I am your eighteenth generation ancestor, write about your **.