Having one's Dao heart destroyed in a contest of Sword Dao cultivation
meant that the broad, smooth road of the Great Dao was forever closed to them.
They could never establish their Sword Dao anew!
For the rest of their life, their cultivation would remain trapped at its current realm, with nothing left but to fritter away the years.
But if they were willing to sacrifice their own Great Dao
and swear to serve the person who had defeated them as a slave, they could use their master's Great Dao to fulfill their own.
They would share in glory and share in ruin.
Establishing the bond of a Sword Slave was that simple.
Ying Dang knew that he had lost to Tongtian. If he refused to bow his head, death was his only path.
Although he could not quite understand the relationship between Tongtian and Bai Zeyu,
acknowledging Tongtian as his master now would at least save his life. That reason alone was enough for Ying Dang to cast everything aside.
"I sacrifice my Sword Dao, willingly relinquishing everything to follow my master, Tongtian!"
"Should I break this oath, may the Great Dao forsake me!"
Ying Dang linked his Primordial Spirit to heaven and earth.
The phantom greatsword formed from sword qi behind him shattered with a thunderous crash,
turning into a streak of light that shot straight toward Tongtian!
The light entered his body.
Ying Dang had sacrificed to Tongtian every insight into the Sword Dao he had gained over dozens of primordial eras.
Tongtian accepted the entirety of Ying Dang's sacrifice.
Somewhere in the unseen, an indescribably wondrous connection seemed to form between him and Ying Dang.
Tongtian felt as though a single thought from him
could instantly unravel Ying Dang's cultivation, destroying his body and extinguishing his