"However, in the Dark Star Realm, I transformed into a sword and can actually undergo rewriting... truly peculiar."
"I haven't perished..."
When Ning Xunqiu held the Demon Sword, he resonated with it; the sword was an extension of his body. Despite the distance, he could feel its heartbeat-like "pulse," a very strange sensation.
He wasn't dead, or perhaps he died and then lived again, surviving in an extremely unique way.
Transformed into a consciousness-like "Modo Realm" type of life.
"The Demon Sword resembles a Spirit Weapon, a weapon organism... but I don't lack weapons. I need Martial Dao from other worlds to nurture myself, or cultivation resources akin to 'Void Celestial Spirit Seed.'"
Ning Xunqiu clearly understood what he desired.
Eight hundred years in the Qingxu Realm for Qi Cultivators might just be an ordinary retreat; the time is really too short.
It's not easy for him to find a perfect path amidst the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.
