Chapter 265

"Master, look at him. He seems like a madman, muttering to himself over there."Not far away, a young girl tugged at the corner of the middle-aged man's robe beside her and whispered the question.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a Taoist robe, had long hair fastened with a wooden hairpin. His face was gaunt, giving him an air of an immortal being.

He merely glanced at the man, then averted his gaze and said calmly, "Do not disturb him. This individual has touched the very edge of the Dao and is currently comprehending his own path. This is an immense opportunity."

"Then..." A hint of confusion flickered in the girl's eyes. "Master, shouldn't we also go and listen?"

"No," the middle-aged man gently rebuked, explaining offhandedly, "Everyone has their own Dao. You can learn from others' paths, and you can draw inspiration, but you must never copy them entirely, because another's Dao may not be suitable for you."

"The Dao this person is comprehending is the Way of the Sword, and furthermore, it's an extreme form, driven by slaughter. If you were to approach rashly and be affected by his killing intent, you might fall under his control."

Hearing this, the girl timidly pulled back her neck.She remembered the rumors about some sword cultivators who, when experiencing extreme anger or sorrow, would become influenced by the Sword Dao they had comprehended, even losing their sanity and turning into madmen driven only by slaughter.

"So, is that why he's become a madman?" The girl pointed to the man sitting on the ground, muttering to himself, not far away.

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded slightly. "The Sword Dao he has comprehended has surpassed his ability to control it. If he can fully master this surge of killing intent, he will ascend to a higher level, possibly even achieving Sword Immortal status."

"However, if he fails to control it, his ultimate fate will be to be consumed by this killing intent, completely transforming into a madman driven solely by slaughter."

A hint of regret flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes.A genius of the Sword Dao such as this is a rare sight, seen perhaps once in ten thousand years.Unfortunately, whether he can master this killing intent depends entirely on his own destiny.

"Master, do you think he can succeed?" the girl asked, blinking.

"It's hard to say," the middle-aged man shook his head. "Everyone has their own Dao. The path you comprehend is your very own."

"The Dao you comprehend is what you can control; what you cannot control remains beyond your grasp.""The Sword Dao he has comprehended has already surpassed his ability to control, yet he persists in his efforts. This is his Dao – his path is to constantly break through and transcend himself."

"This is the essence of the Way of the Sword."

The girl nodded, seeming to understand yet not quite.

"Master, what then is *our* Dao?" the girl asked curiously.

"Our Dao?" The middle-aged man paused slightly at the question, then chuckled softly. "Our Dao is to align with nature, to avoid contention and grasping, to be free from worldly strife, and to remain apart from the world."

"The Dao we comprehend involves harmonizing with the Heavenly Dao, with nature, with all beings, and with everything in this world."

"Our Dao is the Dao of Nature, the Dao of Non-Action, and indeed, the Grand Dao itself."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of understanding appeared in the girl's eyes.

"Master, where are we going now?" the girl asked.

"To a place where we will find what we are seeking," the middle-aged man replied calmly.

"What is it?"

"Something that can enhance our strength." The middle-aged man offered no further details, merely stating it calmly.

A spark of excitement lit up in the girl's eyes upon hearing this.

"Master, let's go quickly!" the girl urged, tugging at the corner of the middle-aged man's robe.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said nothing, but with a flash, his figure vanished from the spot.Seeing this, the girl swiftly followed after him.