"The mist loses the old forest; the moon bewilders the Sword Sea; boat-pulling and deer-riding, neither can be seen."
"All say swordsmen are mad, not knowing what the sword itself says."
"One sword lay across his eyes for six hundred years."
"The Dao that can be spoken—so it was right before my eyes!"
The radiance in the Myriad Forms Sword Master's eyes seemed like a sea of clouds suddenly drawing in, gathering into the shape of a sword in an instant, reflected within his pupils. At first glance, there was only a single vertical gleam; only upon closer inspection could one perceive its divine edge.
Before his seat, he lightly took one step forward—Bao Xuanjing was seated directly before him, watching him now with an innocent, astonished gaze—and across the considerable gap between the front and rear seats, the Myriad Forms Sword Master arrived before Bao Xuanjing in that single step, completing his perfectly timed ascent to the summit.
Within Chao Wendao Heavenly Palace, the hall was packed with seekers of the Dao, all witnessing a True Person who had carried a sword for years ascend to the absolute peak.
He had truly heard the Dao!
The Myriad Forms Sword Master had guarded the Heaven and Earth Sword Case for more than six hundred years.
For over three hundred years, he had borne the reputation: "Within ten paces of a sword-wielder, none can rival him."
Even before he guarded the Heaven and Earth Sword Case, he had already been called the Sword Addict, once mentioned in the same breath as Qin Changsheng, who chased the years with a saber in hand.
Yet Qin Changsheng, the Saber Addict, had long since attained True Lord. In recent years, he had guarded the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, battling the heavenly demons time