"A sharp weapon made of metal?"
Xu Changqing rubbed his hair, his eyes full of confusion as he spoke.
To him, a flying sword was simply a flying sword, merely one type of Dharma Treasure in a cultivator's hands.
"The sword is the heart, and the Sword Dao is also the heart..."
Bai Yi seemed to be telling Xu Changqing, yet also seemed to be telling himself.
People often thought sword cultivators were nothing more than cultivators who commanded flying swords and excelled at wielding Dharma Treasures.
In truth, to a sword cultivator, the Azure Edge in their hand was more like a manifestation of their inner self. The nature of their heart determined the nature of their sword.
They searched inward, expressing their inner selves through the form of a sword.
Thus, sword cultivators valued comprehension over Root Bone.
The Sword Dao was also more like the Great Dao of a cultivator's own heart: a pursuit of longevity, of freedom, and also of protection, slaughter...
Beneath these myriad states of mind, sword cultivation, seemingly a single school, developed countless variations within.
"Seeking the heart?!"
Bai Yi's words struck Xu Changqing's mind like a heavy hammer, leaving him dazed.
Over the next few days, as the Xu Household's convoy swiftly approached Luoshan City, Xu Changqing also began comprehending the sword anew as a true sword cultivator under Bai Yi's guidance.
With Bai Yi's guidance, Xu Changqing's already outstanding talent for the Sword Dao revealed itself in full.
In just a few short days, he not only thoroughly consolidated his Sword Intent but even took another great step forward. As his Sword Intent grew, his cultivation bottleneck also began to loosen.
At last, a mighty city, half suspended along the flank of a massive mountain, emerged from the clouds and mist.