Then, it was the white-robed young man with the long sword on his back again.
This young man was very handsome, even comparable to Li Hao. His facial features were sharp and his aura was extraordinary. He looked like a sharp sword.
At this moment, sword rain filled the sky on this young man's body. The sword rain rose and circulated around his body. As the sharp sword Qi spread, it seemed to slash out a path to the sky in front of him.
The young man stepped into the sky and quickly arrived at the 9,999th step.
"What's your Dao?"
When the voice also echoed in his ears, the young man with the sword only replied with a simple word, "Sword."
He was a sword cultivator and cultivated the Sword Dao. His Dao was naturally the Sword.
He was like the sword, and the sword was like him. He became one with the sword, slaying the heavens and destroying the earth.
This was his Dao.
