Forged from the remnants of the weak, imbued with the essence of a predator, refined by my own primordial power.
He stepped out of the forge, the dagger held firmly in his hand. He needed to test its true capabilities. He found a massive, petrified tree root nearby, its wood harder than steel, having endured centuries of the valley's corrosive elements.
With a swift, fluid motion, Jian plunged the dagger forward, channelling a small amount of his crimson Qi into the blade. There was no resistance. The jet-black blade sliced through the petrified wood as if it were soft butter, emerging cleanly on the other side. A thin line of dark sap, like ancient blood, seeped from the severed root.
Incredible, he thought, his eyes widening slightly. This far surpasses any blade I ever saw in the Sky
