The moonlight was piercing. Beneath its bright glow, the rolling mountains hidden amid clouds and mist resembled a colossal silver-white beast, crouching upon the boundless earth. Peak after peak, shaped like long sabers, thrust straight into the heavens, radiating an awe-inspiring, godlike majesty.
At the summit of one gigantic saber-shaped peak, the mountain wind howled. All around stood stone sabers of every shape and form, each one polished to perfection. No two were alike in size or appearance, yet every one possessed a unique charm.
If someone proficient in the way of the saber were to see them, those with exceptional comprehension might even glean different saber techniques from each stone saber. Some were profound, some humble; some mysterious, some simple. Yet they truly encompassed all things.
Countless Five-Colored Ores were also piled haphazardly across the mountaintop. Any single piece, if brought outside, would be a rare Spirit Material that Jianghu Martial Arts World cultivators would fight over until their heads bled. Even an ordinary craftsman could forge peerlessly sharp weapons from them, perhaps even divine armaments.
There was also a small wooden cabin at the mountaintop. Facing the howling, bitter mountain wind, it stood like a hidden reef amid raging tidal waves, unshakable and indestructible.
Under the moonlight, a tall, lean figure sat casually astride a square piece of Crimson Ore. Stone chips flew from his hands, and a ceaseless sizzling sound rang out, at times even drowning out the ghostly wails of the mountain wind.
Looking closer, there was not even a tool in his hands. He used nothing but his bare palm as a saber, his qi as its edge, continually shaving, cutting, and thrusting. The irregular stone gradually took the form of a simple yet imposing short saber.
After a long while, the saber in his