Chapter 85
Namgungse, the greatest swordsman of all time.
And among all of them, there is only one sword that is worthy of the name Namgungse, that stands tall, protects the majesty, and maintains the dignity of the name.
It is.
The Emperor Sword Form.
In my previous life, and even in this life, I’ve never seen or been given the opportunity to see a sword called the Emperor Sword Form. I’ve only seen it in the name of the Southern Palace.
As such, there were times when I wondered how to proceed on the vague path of emperor. The Southern Palace had always shown me the way, but I had to realize this for myself.
“Grand Duke.”
“Yes.”
“You seem stuck.”
“……Yes. Master. I’m afraid that this time I’ll walk down a vague path and find myself lost in the fog.”
“Of course, that could happen.”
Nangong Yue gripped the sword, and the tip of it touched the dirt. With the tip of his sword, he began to draw something in the dirt like calligraphy.
“First, the heavens.”
The tip of the sword seemed to be animated with energy, as if it were alive. It’s like a dragon’s head, full of life, punching you in the face and raising its head.
“Of the six stories of the Southern Palace, Chang Tian is the first. That’s why the sword of the patriarch always bears the name of Chang Tian.”
I nodded in agreement. It was the first time I had ever seen the aura of Chang’e Tian displayed by the Southern Palace, and I was overwhelmed with admiration.
“The second is the spear.”
