Why Do You Still Need to Cultivate Your Own Immortality with This Sword?

When you wake up under the kimchi jar, you realize that you are not a human being. You are a sword. A ruined sword with only half of it left, stained with rust, and was refused registration by the Department of Artifacts and Registration because of "long-term engagement in pickling-related work." In the world of immortality, all weapons have spirits, but they only recognize the master of the sword, not the sword. The master of the magic weapon needs to be chosen, the spirit of the weapon needs to be registered, the famous sword needs to be listed, and the remaining weapon needs to be put into the recycling furnace. It wasn't until a Wulinggen handyman bought you for three low-grade spiritual stones that you barely had your first "temporary arm." Others thought the good-for-nothing young man got a chance at the Excalibur. Only you know: his swordsmanship suddenly became more agile because you twisted it in his hand; he became famous in one battle because you thought his sword-holding posture was too awkward; the so-called choice of master of the divine weapon may just be because you thought the hands of the Swordsman of Destiny were too sweaty. But when the sword-testing stone shows "not for filing", the divine sword of your destiny hears you whisper, and the Heavenly Weapon List vibrates in advance, you finally realize that you may not be an ordinary piece of scrap metal. Are the magic weapons in this world really choosing their master? Where did those famous swords on the weapons list go in the end? And with a broken sword that has no owner, no household registration, and no complete blade, can it be possible to cultivate immortality by oneself and split the heavenly gate with one's own hands?