You lost. After the sword intent in the void was obliterated, Xu Zimo sheathed his sword and spoke casually.
Silence lingered in the darkness for a long, long time.
Only then did the aged voice ask, "Your Excellency is far stronger than I am. What use could you possibly have for me?
"I cannot teach you."
"Who said I wanted you to teach me sword intent?" Xu Zimo replied.
"Could it be..." The sword soul froze, seemingly thinking of something.
"Take a look at this." Xu Zimo took the True God Sword out of the True Fate World.
The instant the True God Sword appeared, although it was not yet complete, it still suppressed every strand of sword intent in the void.
Like the king of all swords, it floated slowly in the air within the dark void.
"You... you..." The old voice in the darkness was clearly shaken.
"You found it."
"A few things are still missing, but it will be complete soon," Xu Zimo said.
"It has been separated for tens of millions of years. Aren't you going to merge with it?"
The Old Man fell silent for a long while before saying, "If I refuse to merge, I fear you will force the fusion anyway."
"It would be best if you did so willingly," Xu Zimo said.
"Actually, all these years, I have also been searching for fragments of my original body," the sword soul said.
"Back then, I taught the Western King because I hoped he could help me gather all the fragments.
"Unfortunately, he ultimately failed in his bid for the Heavenly Mandate. His heart turned to ashes, and he no longer had any desire to step back into this mortal world."
"Go in. The True God Sword needs you," Xu Zimo replied with a