Time had legs.
It slipped quietly away.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Ding Ling had finished browsing the memories of eleven full generations of Sword Masters.
The lives of twenty-two heroes were now completely clear to Ding Ling.
Although the memories of the heroes' lives became more fragmentary the further back he went, even those incomplete portions had benefited Ding Ling immensely after he finished reading them.
At the same time.
Ding Ling now understood why Lian Xing, after resurrecting in the movie, had always refused to call himself Chang Kong Wuji.
It was because although the memories left behind in this divine sword could instantly pour into a person's mind and grant them insight into many matters concerning their past and present lives,
it was ultimately no more than a superficial glimpse.
People with ordinary memories and low cultivation could not truly empathize with those experiences, much less identify with this so-called "past life."
It was like reading a book or watching a movie.
After finishing, one might feel somewhat moved, but one would never believe that one was the protagonist. Those were not one's true experiences.
"Shua."
Ding Ling opened his eyes.
As Sword Qi flowed through them, they also held a trace of the vicissitudes of someone who seemed to have seen through the rise and fall of the human world.
He had seen the lives of too many Sword Masters.
It had left Ding Ling somewhat dazed.
"Time is like a song, and also like a stream. How many beauties and heroes have squandered their years? Seen through the human heart? Comprehended the true meaning of life?"
Once one had seen the vast ocean, other waters could no longer compare.
Each new generation replaced the old.
Ding Ling sighed only for a moment