Zhao Yi's thoughts were wandering. He did not fully understand the Sword Dao his master had spoken of, yet he felt that flying on a sword and roaming the vast sky was a magnificent thing. If the Sword Dao was the Great Dao of longevity, then one should focus wholeheartedly on practicing the sword to comprehend it. However, while a sword is upright and straight, it is also easily snapped, and a snapped sword is no longer a sword. The blow to a sword cultivator would be fatal.
Unless one treated one's own body as a sword—where the sword is the body and the body is the sword—that might perhaps be the secret of the Sword Dao!
At this very thought, a loud rumble echoed within Zhao Yi's body, startling him awake. He quickly turned his Divine Sense inward to check his body, and a wave of shock washed over him.
Chapter 187