Time has passed and will never return.
The past can only be reminisced.
Spring turns to autumn, another ten years have come and gone.
On this day.
In Yuezhou, Anhua County, within the Qinling outskirts, deep in a lava cave in Feiying Mountain.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Chen Jichuan, bare-chested, swung a heavy iron hammer with force, striking repeatedly. Under his hammer, an iron sword gradually took shape.
Switching from the heavy hammer to a smaller one.
Then from the smaller one back to the heavy hammer.
Simultaneously controlling the hammer and the sword embryo.
Through changes in force, numerous patterns were etched onto the sword's surface, appearing intricate, profound, and precise. The patterns increased in quantity, initially looking abrupt and somewhat disjointed. As time passed, the patterns multiplied, intertwining layer upon layer in both depth and shallowness, eventually creating a peculiar sense of beauty.
A sight that was hard to look away from.
