The Human Path Fortune Golden Dragon nodded. "He has reincarnated many times. Even now, he is still an ordinary man, still practicing the sword. Before long, he will probably become another swordsmanship grandmaster."
Demon Emperor Daochen was puzzled. "Why not find a way to help someone like him break through his own bottleneck?"
The Fortune Golden Dragon's gaze turned rather strange. "It is quite peculiar. I tried helping him, but whenever he breaks through and becomes a cultivator, he devotes himself to cultivation, gradually forgets the importance of technique, and becomes an ordinary cultivator."
Demon Emperor Daochen fell silent. He had truly never heard of such a thing.
"After dying and reincarnating, does he still become an ordinary man?"
The Fortune Golden Dragon nodded. "Yes."
Demon Emperor Daochen thought for a moment. "Then I will go take a look. What is his name?"
The Fortune Golden Dragon nodded. "Genji."
Finally, the two arrived at a small town belonging to the Human Race.
Inside an ordinary house, Genji was practicing his sword moves.
Perhaps his family was rather poor, for he used only a wooden sword. Yet he possessed a certain intuitive affinity for the sword.
Every swing subtly aligned with the heavenly Dao, bringing his sword techniques into play with incomparable perfection.
Demon Emperor Daochen's expression gradually grew grave. He could tell that this fellow was no ordinary person.
"This man may be the reincarnation of some great deity. He might not be from our world. I cannot sense the Primordial World's origin within him."
The Fortune Golden Dragon was startled. "Surely that is impossible? I can sense a very strong aura of our world on him!"
Demon Emperor Daochen shook his head. "No, that is because your perception is not sharp enough. I frequently enter and leave the Primordial