The whole world seemed to have plunged into a carnival. On this day, it seemed the Heavenly Dao had bestowed its favor.
All cultivators advanced further in their understanding of their own Dao, and some even broke through outright, stepping into a higher realm.
Everyone believed the purple qi filling the sky and the golden lotuses formed from countless streams of Dark-Yellow Qi were gifts from Heaven and Earth to them all.
Above the Sword Sect's Main Hall, Tai'a stood at one corner of the palace roof, silently watching the purple qi and golden lotuses filling the sky.
Only after a long while did Tai'a turn to look at Song Mu, who wore a cool, cocky expression. His face twitched despite himself, then he forced a gentle expression as he looked at his good-for-nothing disciple and asked, "Kid, if you had to start cultivating all over again now, would you be willing?"
Song Mu, a sword hanging at his waist, froze for a moment before saying coolly, "Master must have his reasons. It's only starting over. It's no big deal."
Not very strong, but plenty cocky!
Tai'a burst out laughing. This cool, cocky disciple suddenly suited him very well. He beckoned to Song Mu, who obediently walked over.
Tai'a cracked him on the head with a knuckle and cursed, "You've barely got any ability, so what are you acting so cocky for all day? Kid, let me ask you: if I made you the Sword Sect Ancestor, would you be willing?"
"The Sword Sect Forefather? Isn't our Sword Sect's Forefather Sword Immortal Li Taibai?" Song Mu rubbed his forehead and looked at Tai'a in confusion.
Tai'a said disdainfully, "If Li Taibai could become a Sword Immortal, why can't you?"
Yet Song Mu, who had always been so cocky, shook his