The Three Lives Mirror was not the Haotian Mirror. The Great Dao it represented was not the seamless unity of "I am within the mirror, I am beyond the realm," but rather the meaning of "I am not myself, nor am I myself within the mirror." In any case, the Old Ancestors had left behind more than enough tomes. Any matter could be explained one way or its reverse, with precedents for both; there was no single standard answer. This, too, accorded with the principle that Yin and Yang gave birth to one another and that one must adapt measures to local conditions.
Thus, the Fuxie reflected within the Three Lives Mirror was not in its current shattered state, but its whole form, complete with [sword hilt] [sword spine] [sword tip] [sword guard] [sword blade] [sword ornament] [sword sheath].
It was a divine sword whose true shape could not be made out, yet which exhaled endless, bone-chilling glints of cold light, carrying a killing intent enough to shatter all worlds, overturn Tianyu, and sink every vast continent. Its color was like translucent green jade, gleaming with piercing silver radiance. Black patterns upon it inscribed seven Dao Patterns; every single character was like an abyss, and one glance alone could condemn a true cultivator to eternal damnation.
It was clenched tightly in one person's hand, then in the hands of countless others. The wielder changed, and the sword itself seemed to change as well—every person who held Fuxie caused some slight alteration in it. Its Sword Intent soared into the heavens as it battled endless enemies, yet it employed vastly different sword arts, every one incomparably powerful and entirely distinct.
But before long, this divine sword shattered.
Its fragments blazed fiercely as they fell from above the firmament and beneath the