They called him a fool. In a world where talent and lineage dictated destiny, he was an anomaly—a man neither blessed with exceptional gifts nor supported by a powerful clan. He stood alone, armed with nothing but a simple sword, unremarkable in every way. Yet, this ordinary blade was his constant companion, his sole motivation.
For countless years, he challenged the Heavenly Demon, the strongest being beneath the heavens. Each battle ended in defeat, a brutal testament to the gulf between their power. But defeat never diminished his resolve. He was a relentless storm, forever crashing against an unyielding mountain.
Perhaps out of amusement, the Heavenly Demon granted him access to his domain, an invitation to challenge him at any time. The world scoffed. Sages dismissed him as a madman, his actions pointless. Even the Emperor, who had united the seven realms, paled in comparison to the Heavenly Demon's might. Yet, the man persisted, driven by an unseen force.
He became known as the "Crazed Sword Demon," a fool chasing an impossible dream, blinded by his own fantasies. With only mediocre talent for the sword, he ascended to heights that his detractors could only dream of.
Then came his final battle. He reached the Supreme Realm, the pinnacle of mortal achievement, a realm reserved for the most extraordinary geniuses. The heavens themselves were shaken. This fool, who had provided the Heavenly Demon with endless entertainment, had accomplished what even the apex of mortal existence had not.
The Heavenly Demon was born to defy heaven, but this man was born ordinary, an average soul lost in the masses. Yet, despite countless setbacks, he had reached the summit, an unprecedented feat that defied replication. He was an anomaly, a glitch in the grand design.
"Tell me, fool," the Heavenly Demon said, gazing upon his broken body, "what is your name?"
With his arms severed, he struggled to rise. Holding his sword with his remaining hand, he pointed it forward. "I do not have one. But my sword does... Ming Yun."
"A fitting name for such a plain blade," the Heavenly Demon mused. "Tell me, why this relentless pursuit of the unattainable?"
"I have no grand purpose," the man replied. "I simply seek to hone my sword, and for that, I require the strongest opponent."
His sword reached the Heavenly Demon's neck, but in an instant, it crumbled to dust as the demon's aura surged outward.
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"A fool who chased his path with unwavering devotion... I am amused. I shall grant you a name... Geonma. A simple name for a demon who chased only one path." The Heavenly Demon declared as Geonma's body fell.