My sword meridians are severed, and the Heavenly Dao has sealed my spirit. Everyone in the sect says I can't cultivate immortality. I swept the grounds at Qingyun Sect for four years, and every year they dragged me before the Sword-Testing Stone. Every year, I became a laughingstock.
Then, driven to the edge of a cliff, I drew the rusty sword at my waist. Layer upon layer of sword intent surged forth, and one cultivation level after another shattered through. The genius's sword broke. The elders retreated. Heavenly thunder gathered, then dispersed.
But I also discovered that someone had tampered with the Sword-Testing Stone in advance. Above the nine heavens, something had hidden me away for eighteen years, waiting for me to draw my sword.
Then I'll use this sword to punch a hole through the sky.
