(The ending of the previous chapter has been completed.) When the heart treated the sword with sincerity, the sword answered the heart with truth.
After Yun Baojian finished tending to the Ancient Bronze Sword, which had chased him for three hundred li with nine azure dragons of sword qi, it released a strand of azure dragon sword intent for him before he left.
Its meaning went without saying.
Between sword cultivators and swords, there was always a mutual appreciation that outsiders found hard to understand.
Of course, some refused to entertain any of it.
The White Jade Short Sword, for instance, could not even be bothered to give a single hum. It ignored everyone, guarding its lonely Sword Dao all by itself.
Yun Baojian crouched beside it and waited and waited, then finally left with an expressionless face and a heart full of regret.
Sword cultivators and swords were fascinating indeed.
And now, over the center of the lake.
The Azure-Robed Man finally rose from the lotus leaf.
The instant his azure robes unfurled in the wind and his figure straightened proudly, all the wind, water, and sword resonance throughout Myriad Lotus Heaven fell still.
Yun Baojian's gaze abruptly sharpened.
A boundless sea of lotuses lay beneath the man's feet, countless ancient swords submerged in its emerald waters.
Yun Baojian felt as though he were witnessing an eternal azure lotus break through the earth and tower into the heavens, spanning heaven and earth.
Boundlessly free, immeasurably vast, and so powerful that it shook the soul.
Only moments ago, the man had worn his azure robes loosely, a blade of grass between his lips, leisurely reciting poetry and sipping the breeze. Yet once he stood straight, everything changed.
So strong.
The Azure-Robed Man lowered his hand and beckoned. The Azure Lotus