"We could still understand a little of Upper Pure Master Tongtian's Sword Dao."
"But we couldn't understand Nuwa's sword strike at all."
The beings of the Primordial World were deeply moved.
Logically, the swords of those who created a Dao should have been even harder to comprehend. Yet Nuwa's strike was the one they understood even less. It was rather counterintuitive.
In truth, there were many beings who should not have been able to comprehend either of those two strikes.
It was only because Master Tongtian's Sword Dao had form that they could make out a little of it.
The strike of the Primordial Sacred Sword had fallen upon emptiness, so naturally it possessed no form. How could they possibly understand it?
But after comparing the two,
the cultivators who had lent out their swords rejoiced inwardly.
Fortunately, Master Tongtian's true Myriad Swords Return to the Source was compulsory. Otherwise, they would likely have missed this opportunity.
As for the cultivators without sword-type magic treasures, every one of them slapped their thighs in regret.
Yet amid their regret,
they all set themselves a small goal.
In their future years of cultivation, no matter what, they had to refine a sword-type magic treasure for themselves.
Setting aside the fact that sword-type magic treasures were among the most powerful offensive treasures, it was always good to have one on hand. Even if none of that mattered, if Master Tongtian called out "Swords, come!" again someday, they would profit from it.
Upper Pure Master Tongtian had never expected that this single sword strike of his would spark a trend throughout the Primordial World of keeping swords on hand.
Cultivators without swords would become the odd ones out.
Even among the opposing Buddhist disciples in this battle,
swords had originally been extremely rare among