"Good!"
A single word, simple and unadorned, yet no one knew how much emotion it carried in the heart of Wusheng Sword Mother.
Ling Xudu immediately swore an oath with his Daoist heart, waved his hand, and a shuttle-shaped flying boat appeared in the distance.
And in this moment, the aura of Wusheng Sword Mother changed again.
"I have practiced swordsmanship for nearly five hundred years, never ceasing in my cultivation, yet the cultivation techniques of my sect are incomplete, and I have never been able to reach the highest realm of the 'Heavenly Evil Sword Scripture'."
"However, in these years of diligent and solitary contemplation, I have come up with both a high and a low strategy. I had originally planned to risk it all with the Secret Technique of Spirit Service to ascend to heaven in a single step, but it seems now I can only resort to the lesser strategy."
"Spirit Ghost, my blood, my soul, they are all yours now!"
