"And now, I want you to leave behind your own mark in this blade city—not a sword mark, but a trace of the Dao that can resonate with the remnants of this city's Holy Blade and stir the hearts and minds of its countless blade cultivators."
After Blade Fanatic finished speaking, Ye Lin was somewhat baffled.
He was a sword cultivator and knew absolutely nothing about the blade.
How was he supposed to leave behind a trace of the Dao that resonated with the Holy Blade's remnants and moved countless blade cultivators?
This was even harsher than Sword Demon's test.
"Senior, this junior is a sword cultivator. How can I leave behind a mark of the blade Dao? And how could I possibly stir the Holy Blade's remnants and countless blade cultivators?"
Ye Lin laid out his doubts without reservation.
He wanted to see just how Blade Fanatic would explain this.
Was it truly a test, or was he deliberately making things difficult for him?
"Precisely because you are a sword cultivator."
Blade Fanatic turned around, his gaze as deep and still as an ancient well.
"Blades and swords may appear opposed, but in truth, they share the same origin. Both are instruments of slaughter, paths born of extension. At their highest point, the principles of blade and sword must surely converge."
"What I wish to see is not whether you can wield a blade, but whether, through the essence of the sword, you can touch the shared divine marrow of the path of weapons."
"Use your Sword Heart to reflect the blade soul of this city. If you can leave behind a sufficiently profound trace of the Dao—enough for me, for this city, even for those slumbering remnants of the Holy Blade to sense it—then you will have passed."