When the Sword Master left the Wuji Sword Sect, the scene could only be described as "tragic and grand."
From the Grand Elders at the top to the outer sect's menial disciples at the bottom, the entire sect lined the roads to see him off. Men and women alike, each and every one of them shed a liter of tears.
"I heard that once you go to that Real Realm or whatever, you can never come back. Sword Master! How is your departure any different from riding a crane westward?"
"Sword Master! Take me with you too!!"
"Just thinking that I won't be able to see the Sword Master in the future... what meaning will there be in practicing my Sword Dao?"
"Quick! Get some people to carry the disciples who fainted in the back away for treatment!"
It was not only the people of the Wuji Sword Sect.
Many sects and aristocratic families from the Five Domains had also sent people to see him off.
The Sword Master's charisma was simply maxed out.
Those who came to bid him farewell truly did not want him to leave. They really did seem to have come to a funeral, to see the Sword Master one final time.
Emotionally, the Sword Master was also reluctant to part with these friends from every corner of the world.
But in his heart, he hoped his path of cultivation could ascend to greater heights. At the same time, he wanted to uncover the mystery of why he could comprehend Divine Abilities and truly bring that power into play.
Only then would he feel that this life had been lived without regrets.
The Sword Master had already lived for over two hundred years.
There was nothing left in the mortal world that he found rare and