Chapter 31
The contents of the Southern Sword change according to the wielder.
I realized that there was a new world out there.
I reflected on my brief thought that the iron sword and the thirty-three lightning bolts would suffice.
“What the tip of the Southern Palace’s sword holds depends solely on the Grand Duke’s will.”
The tip of the Southern Palace’s sword was blue and young, slicing through the sky as if it were a spear, and the thunderbolt was a flash of light that cut through the stars in the darkened atmosphere.
The tip of the sword that glided in the wind was called the Heavenly Wind, and the endlessly moving blade that carved across the sky in all directions was called the Martial Spirit.
At the same time, the dummy disappeared, and the swordplay between the heavens and the earth was called the spearbow, and the energy that permeates the moonlight with the energy of nature was called the great smoke.
“So don’t set limits.”
Over and over again, let the sword have no limits.
To make the sword all-encompassing.
“That is the Emperor. The path that only those who have mastered all the swords of the Southern Palace can take. That is the path the Grand Duke must take.”
I was overwhelmed. I hadn’t expected the Southern Palace Sword to be so brilliant and hot.
I swallowed hard, realizing how insignificant and insignificant it was. It was a moment that made me realize how insignificant and insignificant my life had been.
“Think and think and think about what I said today. Your thoughts will become tomorrow’s manure, and based on what you’ve learned, you will begin to pass on all things Southern Palace in earnest tomorrow.”
