When Cui Yuanyang emerged from the secret realm, holding the resplendent Qinghe Sword, the elders waiting outside were overcome with a mix of joy and reverence. Without hesitation, they all dropped to their knees.0

The aura emanating from the sword was unmistakable—it was Qinghe, the same divine sword etched into their collective memory, but now it felt far stronger than anyone recalled.0

The change was not because Qinghe had grown stronger; rather, it had never truly demonstrated its full power to the Cui Clan before. Even in the early days, the sword had been reluctant to engage with the family. When Cui Wenjing wielded it across the land, it never truly revealed its full might. Later, when Xia Longyuan stole half of its soul, it fell into a deep slumber. By then, its aura was weaker than even the developing Dragon Bird’s. When placed beside Dragon Bird, any sense of killing intent came solely from Dragon Bird.0

But now, Qinghe radiated an overwhelming and majestic presence, capable of illuminating specters and exposing demons. Anyone harboring hidden malice felt a visceral chill, their hearts gripped by terror. This was the true majesty of an ancient divine sword. Even without a master, Qinghe was unquestionably at the pinnacle of Earth-grade swords. In the hands of someone as strong...0