Ye Tian's current realm could no longer be described merely as that of a sword grandmaster.
His swordsmanship had likely already touched the vault of heaven, placing him at least in the realm of a great grandmaster.
Without such a realm, Ye Tian could never have slain a late Heavenly Venerate cultivator with his sword.
Even if it had been a late Heavenly Venerate cultivator who had made a mistake, Ye Tian's cultivation would not have been enough to kill him without a peerless great grandmaster-level Sword Dao realm.
Now he stood as though at the absolute summit—"the heights were too cold to endure." If he wished to take another step forward, he likely had no choice but to soar into the sky and ascend in feathered transcendence.
At that realm, Ye Tian could become an Immortal Emperor through the Sword Dao alone.
This was the realm of the Sword Immortal.
With the cultivation of a mid Heavenly Venerate, he had comprehended swordsmanship infinitely close to the realm of a Sword Immortal. He had every reason to be proud.
Yet even so, Ye Tian would not stop walking the path of becoming stronger.
Unless he exhausted the mysteries of the myriad Sword Daos, Ye Tian would never be satisfied in this life.
Besides, with only one more step—or perhaps merely a tiny step—he could achieve the supreme Sword Dao. Then, with one sword strike, even Great Emperors would be shaken. Would that not be exhilarating?
However, Ye Tian was in no hurry to undergo any hard cultivation or seek the inheritance of some peerless sword cultivator.
What he had learned and cultivated encompassed everything.
When it came to the accumulation of advanced sword techniques, Ye Tian was truly more than sufficiently prepared.
Beneath the full moon, he looked at the