A Legend immortal sovereign projected himself across countless worlds, drawing upon the power of innumerable universes. He would not sink in the Sea of Bitterness, nor die even when slain.
Even if his true body was killed, he could immediately return to life as long as his projections remained. Those projections were reflections of his true body, and would regenerate immediately even if destroyed.
Unless someone could simultaneously destroy a Legend's true body and every projection throughout the entire multiverse.
Otherwise, as long as the projections endured, the Legend would never die!
The most orthodox Legend Path was to reach the perfection of the Heavenly Immortal realm, then sense one's other selves through the unseen, establish connections, awaken those other selves, and turn them into oneself-becoming unique across all worlds and attaining Legend through one's own realization.
Lin Xian was already unique, much like the feeble embryo of an innate deity. He could not take that path.
He was going to meet Great Mister Lu to observe his Legend Path: devotion carried to its utmost became swordsmanship carried to its utmost, one lifetime, one heart, one beloved!
Rather than gathering all his selves into one body, he emphasized the independence of the self. Other selves were not him; he was himself alone.
Maoling lay in Jiangdong. The great river surged, golden glimmers riding its waves. In the distance, a towering city appeared and disappeared from view. Boats came and went across the water-lofty tower ships and ordinary merchant vessels alike, all heading for the docks.
Lin Xian sat sideways in a little skiff, drifting downstream. Now and then, he tossed a few pebbles from his hand, splashing up small ripples. Cargo ships passed nearby, their voices boiling into a clamor.
A girl of twelve or thirteen leaned against a