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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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283 Chs

Sight?

The golden blob continuously reappearing within the core that was being rebuilt to perfection countless times was the essence of Ken's soul. The process itself was cultivation and every time he had a breakthrough, he reached heights he hadn't ever before.

The black mucus oozing out of his body were the impurities that had been gradually accumulated within, from breathing, drinking, eating, accumulating mana, every intake had certain amount of impurities within them and were stored when accumulated or consumed, such impurities accumulated over the years were now being gradually pushed out of his body.

Every breakthrough was an extremely difficult process that would take a lifetime for a few without talent, but with his [Abyssal] trait and experiences, breakthroughs weren't that difficult.

The strands of mana concentrating at the sides of his forehead were his now-growing horns, which currently were merely bumps.