It seemed to have no objections.
Raising his hand, he made a couple of gestures and examined the fruits of his forging. Fu Qian felt even more pleased with his knack for naming things.
There had been no shortage of twists of fate involved in acquiring this weapon, so the name seemed fitting.
As for why it had truly appeared out of nowhere in his palm after that gesture just now...
It was simple. It hadn't fled with the materials halfway through being crafted; once the work was complete, the finished product simply existed in that form.
Transcendent of time and space, it vaguely resembled the Holy Infant Disaster Star he had seen during the mission.
The difference was that, thanks to the faint bond between it and him, he could summon it directly into his hand whenever he wanted. And when he no longer wanted it...
Fu Qian raised his hand and thrust at empty air. The next moment, nothing remained there, as though the greatsword had been plunged into the body of some invisible beast.
It was that simple. The weapon truly came when called and vanished when dismissed—a very convenient arrangement.
And this didn't seem to be its only special feature.
Switching to his other hand and facing another direction, Fu Qian drew Sword Three Missing One from a new position and smoothly stabbed himself twice.
Yet even at his speed, the first wound had nearly healed by the time he landed the second blow.
His inhuman health and regeneration were one thing, but they weren't the main reason.
He could confirm that the sword itself was remarkably pure. After piercing his body, it neither spread cursed corruption nor devoured his flesh.
Yet the damage was somehow reflected back onto him, its wielder, in an incredible way,