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I am a Sword Spirit

A renowned immortal blacksmith had ascended the heights of heaven and nearly became a god when he was conspired against and serious wounded barely escaping with his life. In his last remaining strength he forges one last sword. This sword forged under his last enlightenment gains a spirit and intelligence. Seeking shelter in the world of mortals, the shattered sword begins its arduous process of healing while patiently plotting its revenge.

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It was an awe-inspiring spectacle of power, an unfathomable display that threatened to tear the very fabric of the earth asunder.

The wild chi churned and writhed, a voracious force that gnawed at the delicate threads of space, its insatiable hunger reaching out to halt the very passage of time itself.

Tian Wei, ablaze with a resplendent golden flame, emitted an essence that spread outward, a corrosive cascade of sheer power.

His human form, unable to withstand the immense force, began to crumble and disintegrate, while his immortal spirit burst forth from the shattered shell in magnificent shockwaves of energy.

The world, the spinning orb millions of miles in size, was set into a tumultuous frenzy. The dormant slumber of certain beings that should never have been disturbed was abruptly disrupted, as if a cosmic alarm clock had been sounded.

Many were violently shaken awake by the clash of immortal forces. A profound terror surged through the very air, as mortal hearts quivered in the grip of unspeakable horror.

As the heavens themselves parted, a tribulation materialized in the blink of an eye. The descending lightning, tearing through the very fabric of space, carried an inexplicable aura.

Behind the veil of dark bluish clouds, it was as if the face of a person peered down, watching with a sense of profound intrigue. The lightning, in its ethereal brilliance, seemed to possess a sentient nature, as if it held a consciousness of its own.

Wan Dao's lips curled into a knowing smile, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. With a graceful motion, her arm swirled through the air, effortlessly capturing Tian Wei's hand in her grasp.

The strength of her grip was like the weight of a planet, a crushing force that pressed upon his palm, as if a colossal mountain was being ground to dust beneath her touch.

In that instant, space fractured once more, and a fleeting vacuum enveloped the surroundings, only to swiftly mend itself, as if the universe sought to heal the rupture caused by their clash.

With her other arm crushed into Xuan Yi. It was a sudden powerful shove, a mighty push that propelled him with formidable strength into the formless barrier that separated the island and that hidden city.

In a blur of motion, her finger, then, streaked towards Tian Wei's forehead, a lightning-fast maneuver that he intercepted with his free hand. Immense power and explosion crackled between them.

Xuan Yi, in that fleeting moment, glimpsed flashes of blinding light, the searing pain of Wan Dan's hand crashing into his abdomen, shattering his ribs in a fiery explosion of agony.

From the corner of his eye, just before vanishing into the invisible barrier, he caught a glimpse of the holy golden inferno that surrounded Tian Wei.

Doubt, if it had lingered within him, was obliterated, replaced by a resolute certainty that Tian Wei was a being of immortality incarnate.

He had made acquittance, and more than acquittance, with an immortal.

In that moment, Xuan Yi wasn't sure what he felt- he wasn't sure if he felt a surge of pride or a terror for having fallen in love with an embodiment of such profound destruction.

And in the embrace of the ethereal realm, Xuan Yi's broken ribs seamlessly knitted together and mended, yet his knees were rendered feeble, devoid of any strength to propel him forward.

He could not bring himself to move. A formidable force held him captive. Was it the icy grip of terror that paralyzed him, or the searing sting of pain that numbed his senses? Or perhaps, an external force, an invisible tether woven by either Tian Wei or Wan Dao? His mind ceased to function, his body was rendered motionless.

All that he could comprehend was the surging power coursing through his veins. All he could feel was the weight of that power, burdening his very being like a celestial star.

And as he stood rooted in place, his hair stood on end, electrified by a thought that invaded his mind, a notion that behind him, a slumbering beast of unknowable terror slept. And as the tremors reverberated through the ground, a purr-like rumble that echoed in his ears, he could no longer be certain if the beast still slumbered.

His bowel threatened to empty, and his gallbladder felt too full to hold.

The energies at play in this battleground seemed poised to unleash devastation and ruin upon the very fabric of the planet.

Immortals were never meant to collide within the realms of mortals, for the aftermath of such a clash would leave naught but rubble and death in its wake.

The powers at play, like titanic celestial bodies, possessed the capacity to effortlessly shatter worlds in their slumber.

And Tian Wei and Wan Dan were immortals clashing in mortal realm. In this clash, typically, the entire earth would break into dust. Whatever was holding it together at this point was a mystery.

Either way, the cosmic order and the laws governing the realms recoiled in vehement protest, refusing to tolerate such an audacious transgression.

This time, an immortal-level power tribulation descended from the heavens, determined to expel these immortals from the grand theater of their amusement.

And in a display of raw power, the seemingly satient lightning cleaved through the heavens, its wrath unleashed upon the stage.

In that fleeting instant, Wan Dan, swift as the wind, gracefully evaded the electric fury, and shifted Tian Wei to bear the full brunt of its devastating force. This was a tempest that threatened to rend the very fabric of the world asunder.

The tendrils of the pure blue energy crackled and surged, tearing through the essence of Tian Wei's immortal being.

"You are strong, but not strong enough," Wan Dan declared, her finger broke through the resistance of Tian Wei's hand, and with a resounding impact, it found its mark upon his forehead.

In that moment, it was as though a star had detonated, an explosive spectacle that shattered the boundaries of mortal existence.

The immortal aura and chi released in the collision surged forth in haste, piercing through the constraints of time and space, hurtling towards the farthest reaches of the cosmos, where immortals and gods held sway.

And those who had been attuned to the symphony of this cosmic signature, those who had been listening with bated breath for this aura, found it.