"Why?"
Chu Huai Xu had no idea what had happened to the Dao Ancestor that he could not even use Sword Art.
Even someone as extremely pure and crude a Body Cultivator as Little Xu could still use techniques.
The difference was that a normal cultivator's Spiritual Power was within their Spirit Fetus, while a Body Cultivator had less Spiritual Power stored within their Physique, relying instead on strengthening their physical body.
Overall, the power of techniques used by Body Cultivators was weaker than that of normal cultivators.
But the strength of their Physique could make up for this to some extent.
Chu Huai Xu suddenly felt that perhaps being unable to use a sword and unable to possess his own Destined Sword... was actually not so bad?
"I'm nowhere near as powerful as the Dao Ancestor. He can conquer the world with just 'normal attacks,' but I still need to use skills."
A cool breeze swept past, and the surrounding scene dissipated.
The surroundings once again sank into bottomless darkness.
Chu Huai Xu had grown used to it and began waiting silently.
When his vision gradually recovered, he unexpectedly found himself back in the Small Courtyard he had visited before.
It was the place where the Female Ancestor of Spring Autumn Mountain and the Dao Ancestor had parted ways.
The first thing he saw was the black fat cat being held in the arms of the woman in purple.
"You're really willing to give it to me?" She stroked the fat cat, a hint of a smile in her eyes.
"I'm not giving it to you. I'm only lending it to you for the time being." The young Daoist corrected her wording.
The woman in purple ignored him and simply said to the black fat cat, "Why don't you