"Is it because of the Blade Tower Inheritance?"
Mo Yun looked at the old man before him and voiced the question weighing on his mind.
Judging by what he had learned, the venerable Blade Saint was, at most, around four hundred years old.
Yet a Martial Saint could live for as long as two thousand years. At four hundred, he should have been in the prime of his life.
To have aged so badly at only four hundred was clearly abnormal.
If the Blade Tower Inheritance really was responsible, then its hidden dangers were far too terrifying.
The old man did not conceal anything. His withered fingers gently rubbed the edge of the meditation cushion on his knees as he sighed helplessly.
"The root of this decrepit state of mine does indeed lie in the Blade Tower Inheritance."
"Our lineage must draw Blade Intent into our bones to temper them, take Blade Momentum into our souls to forge them, and use our bodies as sheaths to nurture the keen edge of heaven and earth..."
"This method is overwhelmingly powerful, but when the soul is scoured by that edge day and night, irreversible damage is inevitable."
"At first, it may not be apparent. But once you condense Primordial Spirit Light and enter the Primordial Unity Realm, those flaws in your soul become like an anthill bringing down a dam. There is no stopping the collapse."
"Alas, the Blade Tower Inheritance grants invincible might, but it comes at a fatal price."
"That price is lifespan."
"A Martial Saint of the same realm can live for at least two thousand years, but a blade cultivator of our lineage has barely three hundred..."
Mo Yun's eyes widened, disbelief covering his face.
A Blade Saint only had three hundred years to live?!
*He had thought