Ye Sheng's thirteenth sword was the most perfect embodiment of the thirteen swords of life.
This was the sword-wielding old man's lifelong realization. From childhood to old age, from wealth to poverty, from peak to fall into the mortal world, the sword-wielding old man had experienced it all.
Life, the thirteen swords were him, he was the life, the thirteen swords.
The sword-wielding old man had already passed away, but the life he left behind, the thirteen swords were still there, his spirit, his will, and his inheritance were still there.
Life, the thirteen swords were no longer the sword-wielding old man's exclusive cultivation technique, they had become the sword-wielding old man himself.
In the past, Ye Sheng hadn't been able to comprehend it, because his realm was low, so he hadn't been able to comprehend many of the thirteen swords.