SWOOSH—
The dense black fog was instantly thrown into disarray by the howling sword wind that followed.
Upon the sword light, engraved with the two characters 'Qingping,' a green lotus manifested. A river of Sword Qi, like the Milky Way suspended in the heavens, shone brilliantly.
With one sword strike, Sword Qi spontaneously arose.
Lotuses bloomed like stars, and stars fell like rain.
The dark clouds in the sky completely dissipated.
The Qingping Sword fell, embedding itself upright into the earth. Everyone stared, dumbfounded at the scene before them.
Sunlight streamed down quietly, the sky an empty reflection. Amidst the dense, hazy, and elusive Sword Qi, the silhouette within flickering sleeves appeared delicately faint and thin against the gentle sunlight. A man stood with hands clasped behind his back atop the sword hilt, his white robe fluttering, black hair cascading down. His eyes, dazzlingly bright, indifferently took in everything before him.
