His existence is a miracle, a chance squeezed out forcibly from the impossible.
It was his youthful sword that tore open a corner of the cage built by the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, allowing light to pour in, and hence the wild growth under the shade of the great tree.
But can a single tree, a patch of grass, truly stand against the world and these deities and buddhas on the Stairway to Heaven?
The thirsty sponge frantically absorbs the nutrients of the Phantom Swords Technique.
Xu Xiaoshou no longer wanted to think too much; he was in Phantom City, empathizing deeply, and frantically analyzing the core of Hua Changdeng's sword, the Lord of Phantom City.
Along with the Three Swords of the Sword Demon—Body Ghost, Spirit Ghost, Intent Ghost—he was secretly learning.
His Body, Spirit, and Will were super-Taoized; he couldn't create it himself, but he didn't believe he couldn't steal Hua Changdeng's Three Swords of the Sword Demon.
