Sword Immortal

“ Sword Immortal might be dead but the sword lives on. „
— Li Qiye

— The man ended the summary with this. Flames sparked in his eyes and he returned to the past once more. Even the cosmos was only a speck of dust compared to his sword..

“ But I still lost. „
— The man let out a wistful sigh..

His name is Sword Immortal: The world has never heard of this being referred to as Sword Immortal before. After all, there were no immortals in this world. Nonetheless, those who knew him wouldn’t find this title inappropriate. This was a testament to his power. Alas, he still fell to that person.

“ I’m already dead, you don’t need to wait. „
— Speaks for **himself** to Li Qiye[[Category:eaks for Sword Immortal/Quotes

This would frighten listeners because there was nothing odd going on with him, simply another middle-aged man - alive.

In fact, outsiders had seen him back at the abyss. “Dead” didn’t come up in their mind at all, only that he was mysterious.

He wasn’t the only one no longer living. The rest of the avatars were the same way, the reason being that the true body had died long ago.

Nonetheless, they seemed to still be surviving here in a manner no different from other living people. People would only believe this after witnessing with their own eyes.

Alas, despite the lack of any discernible difference, his true body was indeed dead. His monstrous power simply prevented time from erasing his existence.

-**He had fought against That Person during the distant chaotic years** and in the end he lost and died.

When he remembered the battle that took place at that time - that was the greatest battle he had ever fought and the most wonderful one. He never had regrets about his death.

“ My sword was unbeatable, no other dao could touch me. „
— He then stared at Li Qiye and said.

“ He used the sword to defeat me. „
— He stared at Li Qiye and revealed the shocking truth..

His sword dao was absolutely untouchable for many epochs. This was no exaggeration. Alas, that person used the sword to kill him, meaning that there was still a superior sword dao.

## Eight Desolates Epoch

Dragon cries, phoenix screeches, tiger roars; starry lights, incinerating flames… the divine swords all had their own visual phenomena that were summoned by him in the abyss of the sword.

However, he was doing something extraordinary - tossing one scrap metal after another into the abyss.

Other cultivators were tossing cheap swords but ultimately, they were still swords. This man was clearly using broken pieces found in Sword Burial.

The most surprising thing was how effective it was. Every piece of metal earned him a divine sword.

Not even Dao Lords could do that. They had come to Sword Abyss before and did not obtain Divine Swords so easily.

In the Sword World this blessed land had a group of individuals here. They were busy at work and usually, this shouldn't be surprising.

However, this was the deepest area of ​​the Sword Vault, the most dangerous area. Oddly enough, there was no fighting here - a stark contrast to previous areas. No outsider would believe this scene here.

Most importantly, they were all the same person - completely identical. But individuals performed various tasks – smelting ores, hammering, sharpening, controlling flames and air...

In other words, they were blacksmiths crafting divine swords. Some worked in groups while others worked on their own from start to finish.

They seem to be made from the same mold, and they look exactly alike from appearance to expression.

They resembled that middle-aged man who had thrown swords into the abyss and escaped from Li Qiye.

Their long hair was a mess, hanging down, covering half of their face. They were wearing black robes that had turned white because they had been washed many times, they were poor and a bit lonely—like someone stumbling on their luck or a member of a weak sect.

Most would attribute it to delusion. Unfortunately, using a stronger Heavenly Gaze would show them the same result. These busy men were real, not illusions.

They were passionate about making swords. Nothing else can distract them. Their actions seemed in harmony with something; There was a sense of joy in every work they did.

Hard work shouldn't be fun but that was really the case. Spectators will not get tired of watching this beautiful spectacle. This phenomenon was difficult to describe and the experience was required to understand it.

The next question would be - who was the real body? They may not be fantasies but there will definitely be a real one - they were the embodiment of this middle-aged man.

He just reached an incredible level and his avatar was extremely close to the original body. For this reason, techniques and special looks still couldn't tell them apart.

## Description

A middle-aged man whose messy hair draped down on his face, hiding half of it.

His once-black robe has turned gray at this point after being washed too many times. The fabrics shouldn’t last much longer. He appeared poor and lonely like a dog down on its luck. Most would assume that he was from a small sect.

## Cultivation

* His monstrous power simply prevented time from erasing his existence.
* The man had reached a frightening level beyond imagination when he was alive. He didn’t need the sword because he himself was the strongest sword. Nonetheless, he still tried to create numerous divine swords.
* He has transcended the limits of an era, is capable of changing the course of the entire world, breaking and creating a new system.

## Trivia

* Those with sufficient cultivation and strength would find that each of the man’s actions was in harmony with the grand dao. The thing he grinding wasn’t the sword but rather, his grand dao.
* Blacksmithing and the sword served as his symbol of hope instead of being weapons.
* **He had fought against That Person during the distant chaotic years.**
* When he remembered the battle that took place at that time - that was the greatest battle he had ever fought and the most wonderful one. He never regretted his death.
* His world had terrifying existences yet he remained supreme with his sword dao. Any of his opponents would have shocked Eight Desolaces.
* Since it was the sword, he couldn't draw the blade. Now that he was dead, this sword was growing infinitely

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 Chapter #4273(WuxiaWorld)
2. ↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 Chapter #4274(WuxiaWorld)
3. ↑ 3.0 3.1 3.2 Chapter #3274(WuxiaWorld)
4. ↑ 4.0 4.1 4.2 4.3 Chapter #4170(WuxiaWorld)
5. ↑ 5.0 5.1 5.2 Chapter #4171(WuxiaWorld)
6. ↑ 6.00 6.01 6.02 6.03 6.04 6.05 6.06 6.07 6.08 6.09 6.10 6.11 6.12 Chapter #4272(WuxiaWorld)
### Notes

1. ↑  He wasn’t exaggerating or being poetic. His slash actually wielded this power. History on the river of time became nothingness by that slash along with the current world. If this happened in Eight Desolates, the eight worlds and their inhabitants would disappear in the blink of an eye. Chapter #4274(WuxiaWorld)
2. ↑  he still fell to that person.Chapter #4274(WuxiaWorld)
3. ↑  His world had terrifying existences yet he remained supreme with his sword dao. Any of his opponents would have shocked Eight Desolaces.Chapter #3274(WuxiaWorld)
4. ↑  His sword dao was absolutely untouchable for many epochs. This was no exaggeration. Alas, that person used the sword to kill him, meaning that there was still a superior sword dao. Chapter #3274(WuxiaWorld)