「The rear mountain, the Sword Tomb.」
It seemed that every sect renowned for its swordsmanship had such a place.
When a sword's master died, they were laid to rest.
And their sword would come to a final resting place of its own—a burial ground for blades.
To the people of the Sword God Palace, the sword in their hand was never just a sword.
It was their closest companion, a trusted friend to whom they entrusted their very lives...
Those who had abandoned their swords on the training grounds earlier had also forsaken a lifetime of conviction.
For the rest of their lives, they would never again have the courage to pick up the blades they had cast aside with their own hands.
It was because of this bond that some said mastery of the sword came from the depths of emotion. Others said, "While the sword lives, so does the man; when the sword dies, the man dies with it."
They poured all their emotions, their heart and soul, into their swords.
