Guangchengzi nodded in satisfaction and said,
"Disciple, you've come of age. This is for you!"
With that, Guangchengzi swept his sleeve.
A flash of light appeared before Xuanyuan.
Wrapped within the light was a long sword.
One side of its blade was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars; the other, with mountains, rivers, plants, and trees.
As soon as it appeared, an aura of royalty radiated from the sword.
"This?"
Xuanyuan's heart trembled at the sight.
He could tell that the sword Guangchengzi had produced was no ordinary weapon.
Before Xuanyuan could recover, Guangchengzi spoke:
"This sword was forged from copper from Mount Shou, infused with the hopes of the people, and tempered with the righteous power of the Heavenly Dao."
"Today, I bestow it upon you."
"Let's call it... the Xuanyuan Sword!"
"May you wield it to walk the righteous path, protect the Human Race, and usher in an age of peace!"
After hearing Guangchengzi's words, Xuanyuan was overcome with excitement.
"The Xuanyuan Sword?"
After a brief pause, he slowly reached out and took the sword.
He could feel that the Xuanyuan Sword was connected to his very bloodline, and even his Fortune seemed to resonate with it.
The moment the sword entered his hand, Xuanyuan felt a sense of comfort.
"Boom..."
A warm yet boundless power surged from the Xuanyuan Sword into Xuanyuan's body.
"Thank you for bestowing this sword upon me, Master!"
"Your disciple will live up to the name of this divine sword and your high expectations!"
Xuanyuan bowed to Guangchengzi, then stood with the sword in hand. His entire bearing changed in an instant. The boyish restlessness had faded, replaced by composure and a sense of responsibility.
"Good."
Guangchengzi nodded in approval. Then, changing the subject, he asked,
"By the way, Xuanyuan, you've trained