st: "Senior brother, there is a sword wound under your third rib. It was inflicted by a sword cultivator at the eighth level of the Divine Sea when you were thirty years old. It was only an inch away...The Myriad Forms Sea was still as bustling as ever. On the spirit islands, there were throngs of people. Flying cultivators and star vessels crisscrossed the sky ceaselessly.lmost moved to tears.No one expected it, they actually did it!We have achieved what our ancestors have always aspired to but were unable to!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to tran...