Between heaven and earth, the vast sword qi transformed into Jiang Hai, the white-haired Sword Immortal's silhouette gradually fading, steering a solitary boat into the Abyss.
In the Mountain and Sea Territory, many Sword Cultivators simultaneously drew their swords, the resonant sword cries echoing the earth and sky, bidding him farewell.
Qin Ming felt a surge of emotion; the world was vast, life too brief, even a Heavenly Immortal lived for only over two thousand years. Would he too face a day when he could no longer draw his sword?
That unparalleled Sword Immortal, in his own era, was dazzling beyond compare, yet at life's end, even walking seemed shaky. When delivering his ultimate sword strike, he required the assistance of close friends and confidants.
"One Sword pierces through thirty-six heavens, where is he?"
The sword qi soared upwards, then countless sword lights converged towards the end of the unparalleled Sword Immortal's life journey, marking his final path home.
