Fragments of Memory

Time flowed on, and the boy became a young man.

At twenty-four, he reached the peak of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. His name resounded across the land, and he became a renowned lone swordsman.

Young talents were never short of admirers, and among his admirers were no shortage of heaven's favored daughters.

He had always kept his distance from these women.

Love between men and women was only human nature, but he had no desire to involve himself in it. Rather than waste time indulging in romance, he would rather spend another moment practicing his swordsmanship.

Besides, the entanglements between his parents had made him feel that affection was far too fragile. The only thing he could ever rely on was the sword in his hand.

And the sword was all that remained in his life.

To focus on his swordsmanship, he had cut away the seven emotions and abandoned the six desires. He would not let worldly clouds and smoke disturb him; only his sword heart remained.

Over the years, countless people had come to challenge him for all kinds of reasons. Among them were prodigies from immortal sects and divine sons of great factions.

Few opponents at the same cultivation level could last a hundred moves against him.

As more and more people fell to his sword, his blade grew ever sharper. His invincible sword force made him unstoppable.

Somehow, he had risen to the top of the Prodigy Ranking and earned the nickname "Sword Lord."

At twenty-six, he entered the Myriad Phenomena Realm. His cultivation caught up with the older generation's powerful experts, and his peers faded from his sight.

His opponents became the pillars of various sects, and even their leaders.

"Are you going to spend your whole life with your sword?"

A graceful face,