Burning Bone True Lord

Stepping over layer upon layer of corpses and white bones, he climbed the mountain one step at a time, passing through successive bloody, terrifying restrictions.

At the mountaintop,

a shriveled, gaunt old man sat cross-legged on the ground, his sharp aura hidden. Seeing him approach, he tugged at his facial muscles and revealed a kindly smile.

"Greetings, Master!"

Blood Bone True Person kowtowed in salute.

"No need for such ceremony, disciple."

"How has your cultivation been in recent years? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Burning Bone True Lord asked kindly.

"Yes, Master. While practicing the Blood Bone Sword Technique, this disciple has had some things he could not understand..."

Blood Bone True Person's spirits rose. He hurriedly raised, one by one, all the questions he had accumulated over the years, awaiting his master's answers.

In the past, such opportunities had been rare.

Having one chance to ask questions every twenty or thirty years was already good enough, and it depended on his master's mood. If he happened to catch him on a bad day, he would often be beaten until his skin split and flesh tore.

"The Blood Bone Sword Technique tends toward ferocity. It must be refined with the blood of living beings, and it is best cultivated upon a battlefield. The Sword Heir's side is quite suitable. Once matters here are settled, you may serve under the Sword Heir.

"You should temper and advance your path with your enemies' blood. This is the destiny of us sword cultivators. If you wish for your cultivation to progress, then go kill..."

Burning Bone True Lord patiently and meticulously explained his disciple's difficulties, answering questions from time to time.

"That is."

Suddenly, his words halted, and he sighed softly.

"That is, you may die."

Blood Bone True Person seemed to recall