A multitude of human swordsmen spoke in unison, with voices as resonant as a bell, embodying a harmonious sword dao rhythm, naturally containing profound truths of the sword. They represented a gathering of individuals who had achieved the highest accomplishments in the human race's sword dao.
Yet, their Sword Dao Monarch remained gazing at the Five Fire Seven Beasts Fan within the true flames without much fluctuation.
No grand aura of overlooking the world arose from the submission of numerous swordsmen.
Since ancient times, a sword cultivator has relied only on the sword in their hand, not on any imperial presence.
Sword cultivators will only submit to stronger sword cultivators, not to those who bestow more favors upon them or those whose presence brings sincere admiration. These traits, although admirable, ultimately remain mere embellishments.
Every sword cultivator must remember this and not lose sight of it.
