Blade and Sword Suppress the Star River

When I was fifteen, my master told me on his deathbed that our school practiced not martial arts, but the arts of immortality.

I believed him and spent ten years cultivating in the mountains, until rumors began spreading throughout the martial world:

They said I was the greatest swordsman under heaven, able to cleave the Milky Way with my blade aura.

But they didn’t know that what I unleashed wasn’t blade aura at all. It was an unfinished half-move from a sword art my master had never completed teaching me.

That day, I saw the Milky Way truly fall from above the sea of clouds, and finally understood what my master meant by “immortality.”