Blade arts.!
There it is!
He wondered if there were any at the Foundation Establishment realm. Ideally, one that reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core realm, so he would not have to replace it halfway through and waste time.
After looking through them all, Li Su felt a slight pang of disappointment. Let alone Golden Core-level blade arts—even Foundation Establishment-level ones were pitifully scarce. Most of them could hardly be called blade arts at all; they were more like spells.
There was only one pure blade art, and it was merely at the initial Foundation Establishment stage.
Li Su was somewhat disappointed, but on second thought, it made sense. This was a sect of Dharma cultivators; it was perfectly normal for blade arts to be underdeveloped.
Hm?
Just as Li Su was about to exchange for that pure blade art and take a look, his gaze sharpened slightly. He looked toward a corner, at a row of inheritances that did not belong to the Azure Luan Sect, where even the displayed cultivation arts were mostly incomplete.
It was not that he had spotted anything particularly good. It just looked very familiar.
Heavenly Blade!
At the sight of that name, Li Su's eyelid could not help twitching. He instinctively reached out and opened it.
Created fifteen hundred years ago by a mortal surnamed Song, who wielded a blade for sixty years. This blade art spoke directly from the heart and severed a hundred laws. With a mortal body, its creator slew Foundation Establishment cultivators with his blade. It was appraised as an extraordinary blade, a pure blade, a selfless blade.
It was called Heavenly Blade, and its creator had also been surnamed Song?
As he read the description, an imposing figure inexplicably surfaced in Li Su's mind, along with