An Immortal carrying a sword—those words could be true or false, depending on how the cultivator who heard them understood the scope of that definition.
Having stayed by an Immortal's side for a time could count as an Immortal carrying a sword, could it not? Though the Broken Sword had never once been held in that Immortal's hand.
"An ordinary path..." Within those long, ancient memories, an Immortal's sigh had become the first trace of Dao sound the Broken Sword heard after its birth in the endless heavens and earth.
"No, I was definitely right. I raised so many Sword Masters; it wasn't a problem with my methods..." The Broken Sword began once more to repeatedly search for the reasons behind its past failures.
It called them failures because among countless Sword Masters, even the most brilliantly gifted one—the reincarnation of an innate Immortal god fate, possessed of both a Clear Sword Heart and a Sword Dao Divine Body—had likewise stopped before the Immortal Ascension Realm.
"They fell too quickly. They were thorns in countless eyes. If they had broken through faster, they would have made it through..."—the Broken Sword suddenly grasped the key.
It would absolutely never admit that there was a problem with its own Dao.
If there were a problem with its Broken Sword Life-Slaying Dao, then how could Sword Masters have become Dao-seeking powerhouses, surpassed countless cultivators of the world, and become even more outrageous than the Demonic Path? How could it not be called a broad road leading straight to the heavens?
"This time, though I am sealed here, I..." Within the spirituality resembling a human figure, a cold gaze flashed. "Using today's brief opportunity, I have already faintly sensed that the Heavenly Secrets beyond are not right."
"This wrongness could not possibly be someone