"Encrypted text..."
"Do I need to infiltrate the Nine-Leaf Swordgrass clan and obtain their relevant inheritance? Forget it. It would be better to find a Nine-Leaf Swordgrass, beat it to death, and search its soul."
Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, then continued reading.
"...The Heavenly Dao encompasses space, the Great Dao, and karma... The spirit becomes the sword embryo, the mind becomes the sword's bones, and the soul becomes its blade. Temper the Dao seed through the seven emotions and six desires; draw upon the tribulation waves of the cosmos to cast the sword embryo.
"One must sever all three thousand strands of mortal vexation, destroy one's Primordial Spirit within the Nirvana realm, transform the tiny square of the spiritual platform into a Chaos Sword Furnace, and only then may one melt time and space into a scabbard, refine karma into a sword tassel, and achieve the Endless Sword Dao..."
This was an exceedingly complex general outline of an immortal sword scripture.
The primary efforts of the human race's Heavenly Dao had all gone into translating this.
Even so, the scripture still seemed fragmented and discontinuous. Many passages were abrupt, with neither preceding nor following context. It carried the distinct air of a machine translation and lacked any real fluency.
Therefore, the original text of this immortal sword scripture's general outline was appended afterward—the script that resembled bird claws and blades of grass.
Jiang Ding held his breath. After his divine soul made a slight deduction of the general outline, his eyes instantly lit up.
He did not understand this writing very well, but the structure of its divine soul sword Dao was simply too beautiful—like a peerless beauty, lively and tender, one with the Great Dao, enough to take one's breath away.
Compared to those beautiful and exquisite