"Tofu Heavenly Venerable?"
Upon hearing the entity within the sword recount its past, the young monk had quite a shock; this was indeed an extraordinary existence.
He racked his brains for a long time, but still could not think of any great power from ancient times who bore the name "Tofu."
"Ah, let it be, let it be, it seems even I cannot escape the fate of being nameless through the ages."
With a long sigh, Tofu Heavenly Venerable expressed either his lament for the heartlessness of time or his reminiscence of that carefree era.
"It's just unfortunate that my involvement with causality is too profound. Should it surface today, I fear it might trigger a cataclysmic immortal battle, and this little Western Paradise Temple would be reduced to ruins."
"Then, what should we do?" The young monk had not expected that the sword he picked up at random would involve so many issues. He trembled, deeply afraid of triggering some significant causality.
