"I understand! I finally understand!"
Su Shi'er suddenly spoke. As his voice rang out, the Spiritual Qi within the room surged violently.
The Spiritual Qi turned into spiritual mist, and the spiritual mist condensed into spiritual water.
Drip, drip. Drops of liquid containing pure Spiritual Qi fell continuously from the air.
As the droplets struck the ground one after another, Su Shi'er abruptly sat cross-legged, his eyes gleaming with unparalleled clarity.
At that moment, all the chaotic thoughts in his mind had long since vanished.
His mind was incomparably lucid.
"Cultivators defy the heavens. Whether seeking immortality or pursuing greater strength, it all came down to one word: live.
"As long as one lives, there is hope."
Su Shi'er muttered to himself.
"No, it was not merely a matter of living. One had to live meaningfully. More precisely, one had to hold fast to one's original heart.
"If one could not even uphold one's original heart, then even living would make one nothing more than a walking corpse. How would that be any different from death?"
"To live was naturally to live with value.
"And on this long immortal road, if one wished to live, one had to constantly raise one's cultivation and strength.
"In the process of cultivation, everyone had their own path.
"That path was not something as simple as merely holding fast to one's original heart.
"And the path of the Sword Dao was likewise a cultivator's path of cultivation.
"Whether East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua, Senior Xiao Wujian, that genius of the Sword Dao, or other Sword Cultivators of the Sword Dao, their paths were all different.
"Yet in my eyes, each had something worth learning from.
"Cultivation Methods and Secret Techniques, heavenly materials and earthly treasures—perhaps they had never possessed an inherent distinction between