Old Yuan quietly watched the scene unfold.
At first, he had been somewhat anxious and had even considered intervening.
But he quickly dismissed the thought and became calm.
"The Cheng Ying Sword is a Dao sword..."
"Only those who have entered the Other Shore can truly wield it."
"If you merely want to use this sword, you still need to comprehend the complete True Meaning of A Single Thought of Good and Evil. Otherwise, you'll be controlled by the Dao sword and become the Cheng Ying Sword's Sword Slave! But with talent as remarkable as yours, I wonder whether you can break free from the Cheng Ying Sword?"
Old Yuan silently watched the scene.
Luo Shui had convinced him, causing a glimmer of hope to sprout in Old Yuan's long-overgrown heart.
And that glimmer of hope was Luo Zheng!
What people feared most was having hope turn into disappointment, then being forced to face despair.
Old Yuan still had this slim chance at life. When the right moment came, he would throw away everything he had without hesitation—but he hoped that because of Luo Zheng, it would all have meaning!
"Come on. Don't disappoint me! If you can truly tame the Cheng Ying Sword while in the Lower True God realm, I, Yuan Chengdao, will follow you for the rest of my life!" Old Yuan murmured.
Inside the secret chamber, the colors in Luo Zheng's eyes gradually faded.
A powerful Divine Sense erupted from the Cheng Ying Sword. In the blink of an eye, it poured into his mind and probed his soul...
This was the Cheng Ying Sword's own sword soul!
The Cheng Ying Sword had accompanied Old Yuan for countless years, battling in every corner of the Mother World. After being steeped in the True Meaning of A