Among the reeds by the river, a small wooden boat slowly drifted with the water flow.

The ship is not big, but it is very old. There is a deep mark on the edge of the ship, with moss covered in the mark, as if many years have passed.

On the ship armor, there were fish, shrimps and shells piled up.

On the top of the shell, a green water bird stands.

Next to the mark along the ship.

A middle-aged man dressed in a worn-out and unshaven beard sat on the side of a small stool.

The hair was full of hair, and only the reeds were tied with rough braids, and there were traces of dry mud on his face.

He reached out to touch things in the river beside the mark.

What I touched were all kinds of strange animals.

Only when you touch something similar to fish, shrimp, and shells, will you throw it on the deck to feed the birds.

In fact, he was looking for his sword.

He engraved a mark on the edge of the ship that threw his sword.

He firmly believed that no matter how the ship moved, as long as he touched it from the mark, he would find his sword one day.

His hand slowly reached into the Nine-Grid Immortal Palace of Pangu Nebula and touched a good sword.

Unfortunately, this was not his sword, and it was split open by a young sword saint.

"It's not that boring to be able to produce such a sword saint in the Dharma-Ending Age."

He murmured to himself.

The green water bird stands on the deck and eats fat as balls, but it is as light as floating fluffy.

"Which star field have you touched? A half-baked sword cultivator like the Sword Saint is boring no matter how you look at it. It's like your disciple's injustice. After the cultivation is over, the density of the spiritual pressure and sharpness cannot keep up. What's the point of having the skills of Sword Saint?"

If the water bird is concerned, men are not too concerned.

"Hey, my hand broke..."

When the water bird saw that it was real, the right arm of the sword was directly torn off.

"Is it the Sword Saint you just mentioned?"

The man shook his head, with no pain on his face, as if his arms were still on his shoulders.

"No, it's another young man."

Fat Shui Bird was so angry that he cursed:

"Idiot, you draw your sword, it's embarrassing to lose to young people!"

The man was stunned.

"Draw the sword? Where is my sword?"

The water bird glanced at the man's waist.

It was an ancient sword with rusty scabbard and moss-filled hilt.

His hand was broken but it seemed to be still there. The sword was clearly on his body but he felt lost.

The water bird shook his head.

In its opinion, a man has reached the realm of no sword in his heart, and is only one step away from the legendary sword god realm.

The Sword God Realm is a realm that does not exist and only he believes in.

"Your sword is right at your waist."

The Waterbird intentionally reminded him to see if he could wake him up sooner.

The man touched the sword, as if he was touching his waist, empty, like a missing sword heart.
Chapter completed!