After enduring countless hardships, Chen Xiaofan finally reached the summit of a towering mountain that pierced the clouds. Mist curled all around him, making the place seem like an immortal realm, but Chen Xiaofan's gaze was drawn to a massive boulder atop the peak. It emitted a strange glow. Clearly, it was no ordinary stone, but an exceedingly precious ore that could be forged into a peerless divine weapon!
Chen Xiaofan was overjoyed and hurriedly carried the ore back to a small town at the foot of the mountain. There, he found a tiny blacksmith's shop. Though the shop was shabby, Chen Xiaofan valued the blacksmiths' skill and experience. He handed them the ore and asked them to forge him a treasured sword of his own.
After several days of painstaking polishing, an incomparably sharp sword, gleaming with a cold light, was finally presented before Chen Xiaofan. It could cut through iron as though it were mud and sever a hair with a single breath. All manner of mysterious runes and radiance flickered across its blade, as if it contained endless power.
Chen Xiaofan picked up the sword and felt a powerful aura surge into his heart. He knew this sword would become his trusted weapon, helping him defeat every enemy. With it in hand, he left the blacksmith's shop and began a new journey.
Holding the treasured sword, Chen Xiaofan arrived at an open stretch of ground. He raised the sword and swung it fiercely. A sharp sword aura howled forth, splitting a massive boulder before him cleanly in two. The boulder was as tall as a man and incomparably hard, yet beneath Chen Xiaofan's blade, it was as fragile as tofu.
In the distance, many people witnessed the scene and revealed stunned expressions. They had never seen such