The scene before him slowly faded, and a vast tide of spiritual potential surged from the Flying Sword's blade, flowing into the sky.
The Two-Pole Qi this Flying Sword supplied to the Infinite Treasury far exceeded that of the Ancient Swords he had obtained before.
Song Yan did not know why.
Perhaps it was because this sword bore the thoughts of both Senior Yuyan and Senior Tanshi.
Song Yan summoned the Flying Sword into his hand and examined it closely.
His fingers gently stroked its golden tip.
Master Tanshi's Śarīra...
This was not Song Yan's first encounter with a Śarīra of the Buddhist Sect.
Wu Huaguo, whom he had met in the Chu Kingdom long ago, seemed to carry a Buddhist Sect Śarīra herself.
That was precisely why she could tell whether others spoke truth or falsehood.
But he did not really know the specifics of Wu Huaguo's situation.
She was, after all, one of the first few friends Song Yan had made in the cultivation world.
He wondered how they were doing. On this trip back to the Chu Kingdom, he could pay them a visit too.
Song Yan did not know what Senior Yuyan's Flying Sword had originally been called; the illusion had not mentioned it either.
Perhaps he would find out when he observed it again someday.
But that did not matter. Since this Flying Sword had been reborn, it ought to have a new name.
Recalling everything from his journey through the Eastern Wilderness, he was filled with reflection.
Had he lacked the talent and opportunities to cultivate, he too would have been an ordinary mortal in the Eastern Wilderness.
What would his life have been like?
Ordinary and unremarkable, unknown to anyone. Though he might struggle and strive all his life, everything he had built