As for the progress of the Taoist, the young man felt not the slightest worry.
His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a smile crossed his lips, unbidden, as he gazed upon the mountainous pile of 'dream-entering' items before him.
With so many Sword Scriptures to temper his sword skills, he had no idea how far he would ultimately go.
But he was certain to surpass everyone from the years gone by.
Moreover, that Taoist Sword engraved with sun, moon, and stars was also among the dream-entering items.
Now, what needed to be done was to sort through the mountainous pile of Broken Swords in front of him, to facilitate his future cultivation.
He reached out his hand and grasped a rusty sword, sensing the unique aura within it, and began to categorize them.
Qi Nourishing, Seal Script, Warm Nurturing into one pile; Life Origin, True Realization, and entry level into another; Primordial Spirit into another.
Soon, these Broken Swords were sorted into three piles.
