The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Standing up, in the gloomy secret room, Li Dao's slender figure stood tall and straight.

He held the sword in his hand, as the sword Qi in his eyes revolved endlessly.

"Dude, maybe I can use some of your power right now!"

Li Dao looked at the long sword in his hand. It was only at this moment that he had managed to establish some sort of connection with it.

Having achieved the Immortal Soul stage, Li Dao could see that the world was different. Naturally, he could feel the heaven-defying power of the sword.

His feet were spread out, about the same width as his shoulders. The sword rested on his left palm, and his body leaned back slightly. On the altar between his eyebrows, his primordial spirit did the same thing as Li Dao.

A long sword appeared behind him. It was the Dharma Idol formed by Li Dao.

Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Xuan raised his sword and raised it high up in the air.

"Separated by one sword strike!"

With a loud shout from Li Dao, an azure sword Qi broke through the secret chamber and penetrated a huge hole in the secret chamber that had been created by the Refined Iron.

The blue sword qi pierced through the secret chamber like a long rainbow, soaring straight into the heavens!

Everyone in the Sword Crafting City was alarmed by this sword Qi.

The ordinary people could see nothing but a long cyan rainbow soaring into the sky. However, some martial artists were able to sense just how sharp this sword qi was.

Even though they were standing far away, they could still feel the pain on their faces as they watched the sword energy rush into the sky and tear apart the clouds, revealing the blue sky.

"He took another step forward. I wonder if I can stand at the same height as him in this lifetime …" Ren Qianxing muttered to himself as he held his sword with both hands, staring at the azure sword beam. His eyes were filled with yearning and determination.

"Li Dao's martial arts has become strong again. The mountains and rivers of my Sword Crafting City are as firm as gold. Who knows, it might last for a thousand years!"

Sword Saint was brimming with energy and vigor. When he spoke, he was extremely agitated. Due to the birth of his daughter, his Sword Crafting City had been thrown into the sky by Sword Emperor Li Dao.

"This dead man finally came out. Every time she closed up for such a long time, she was really despicable." When Jian Xiong felt Li Dao's aura and cursed out loud, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

A white-robed figure flew out from the secret room and into the skies.

At the Primal level, he could already fly.

Compared to the Immortal Path, martial arts were much weaker. This was because Daoist Wu could cultivate. He had to have Immortal Foundation to cultivate in the Immortal Dao.

Before the Immortal Soul stage, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage could ride the sword and fly, but a martial artist could only rely on Qing Gong.

Only when a cultivator reaches Zongshi realm could he rely on his powerful physical body to stay in the air for a short period of time. Even a supreme grandmaster could only rely on their powerful fleshly body to fly for a certain distance. It was impossible for him to go in and out of Qingming.

However, the Immortal Soul was different. When one cultivated to the Immortal Soul stage, there would be no difference between the martial path and the Immortal Path.

Now that Li Dao's primordial spirit had already established a connection with the sword, his dream of riding the sword had finally come true. He could even nurture the sword by swallowing it into his stomach.

After flying a few rounds around the Sword Crafting City, the novelty had faded and Li Dao was finally willing to descend.

Below, all the people in the Sword Crafting City looked at Li Dao as he flew around in circles. They were discussing amongst themselves, and their eyes were filled with envy. Flying, no matter what, was people's dream!

"Dad, why can that person fly? Can I be like him?"

A child was holding a stick of candied fruits in his hand as he looked at Li Dao in envy. The candied fruits had already started to melt under the bright sun, but he still unconsciously asked his father.

His father was a young scholar, and as he bent down to stroke the child's head, he hid the envy in his eyes. He said, "Hu'er, that is the Sword Emperor. We are all mortals, and cannot be compared to immortals. "It's better if you study hard. Once you become the Prime Minister, you will still be able to show off your authority."

"No, I want to become a deity like the Sword Emperor and then fly around in the sky." The child threw away the candied flakes in his hands and stubbornly looked at his father.

The scholar felt somewhat helpless. He began to fabricate a story to deceive his son about Li Dao having been born with a sword in his hand and the color of the world changing.

The crowd gathered around and listened to the scholar fabricate a story about Li Dao. Just like that, more and more people came and spread the story.

However, the scholar would never have thought that the story of him carelessly making up a lie to his son would end up being a legend of Li Dao, something that had been passed down through the ages.