"Back in the Out of Body stage, Master failed to cultivate a Sword Heart because something went wrong midway. Otherwise, Master might not have been inferior to someone who condensed a Sword Heart at the Out of Body stage. But this disciple is different. This step... after years of bitter cultivation and contemplation, I still have never managed to cross it."
As he continued, the one-armed man looked despondent, unable to conceal the disappointment in his heart.
His Spiritual Root aptitude was not poor. Over the past several centuries, he had devoted himself even more fervently to the path of the sword, leaving countless peers far behind.
Even across the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, tales of his name could be heard.
Yet no matter how diligently he cultivated, he had never managed to surpass the master before him.
Today, he had learned that someone could reach the realm where sword intent linked to the heart and condense a Sword Heart while still at the Out of Body stage.
To others, such news was astonishing and shocking. But to a supreme sword-dao genius like him, it was a tremendous blow.
After all, he was only one step away from condensing a Sword Heart himself.
Yet that single step was like a sheet of window paper that could be seen but never reached. Crossing it was harder than ascending to heaven.
"Why? Are you thinking of giving up?" the leader asked again.
The one-armed man resolutely shook his head. "On the path of the sword cultivator, there is death but no regret. Since this disciple embarked upon this path, I have never considered giving up!"
"Very good. Such resolve proves that when I accepted you as my disciple, I truly did not misjudge you! Then do you know why you have been