The spine was the great dragon of the human body!
Even for an ordinary person, it was the pillar of the entire body.
Before the Dao Vein Soared Dragon, the Heaven-Connecting Palace was nurtured there.
The Spine Sea was also known as the Heaven-Connecting Sea.
The great dragon of the human spine had thirty-three sections, each corresponding to one Heaven.
With every advance, a Martial Dao cultivator broke through another Heaven.
Of course, this correspondence was as illusory as that between the five organs and the Five Palaces. It was not concrete.
But this correspondence existed.
Thus, though no one had ever reached the end of the Martial Dao—not even a single Martial Dao cultivator of the twenty-seventh Heaven had ever appeared—the great Martial Men firmly believed that an ultimate vista still awaited at the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The importance of the spine went without saying.
Now Zhao Rucheng had actually drawn a dazzling long sword from his own spine.
He held it upright before him, the hilt pointing down toward his lower abdomen and the tip pointing skyward, past his black hair.
The sword ran parallel to the bridge of his nose, dividing his perfect face into two equal halves.
Only after its brilliant light faded could people make out its appearance.
The sword was a full five feet long.
Its spine was broad and thick, and both sides of its blade were sharpened.
Complex patterns adorned the blade. They seemed like natural sword markings, yet also faintly resembled countless different figures, each doing something different, all pointing toward the myriad people of the world.
Only a very narrow, dark, gleaming edge had been sharpened along either side.
The sword was measured and serene, yet incomparably noble.
It seemed to bear no killing intent at all, yet it looked down