After Sword Venerable Ye Xuan fell, his soul transmigrated into the body of a good-for-nothing youth.
Everyone in the clan believed he had no hope of cultivating, and spared no effort in mocking him.
Then, on the day of the sect competition, he used an utterly ordinary set of "Basic Sword Techniques" with a mortal's body to snap, with a single finger, the spiritual sword that a young prodigy had spent ten years nurturing as his life-bound weapon.
Amid the utter silence, he sighed softly: "Do today's sword cultivators not even understand what a sword is anymore?"
On the high platform, the Supreme Elder, who had been in seclusion for a thousand years, sprang to his feet and cried out in shock: "Impossible! This is... the 'Swordless Realm,' lost for countless ages!"
