In her eyes, the sword worn by her brother—such an exceptional man—should be the ancient divine blade her master spoke of. Anything less would be unworthy of him. But if this sword did not choose her brother, then when she grew up, she would pull it from its scabbard and cast it into the furnace to be reforged!
Meanwhile, deep beneath the ocean's surface, a faint glow began to emanate from the pitch-black seabed. The light radiated from the very Dragon Abyss Sword.
By now, Muchen had fainted from exhaustion, yet his hand still clutched the Dragon Abyss Sword tightly as his entire body leaned against it.
Unseen by him, the Dragon Abyss Sword embedded in the boulder suddenly flew free. The blade, once covered in moss and rust, was now cleansed by the radiant light emanating from its surface, becoming razor-sharp.
