Jade Dragon Envoy

Inside the quiet chamber.

Xu Yuan's face was slightly pale, and a sheen of sweat was visible on his brow, yet his eyes shone brilliantly, filled with delight.

Before him, a longsword floated silently.

The sword measured three feet and three inches long. Its blade was no longer the original dark gold and ink-green, but had taken on a deep, restrained azure hue throughout, like the blue sky after rain or the depths of the night sky.

Mysterious silver wind patterns and golden lightning marks intertwined across the blade. At times, they resembled a flowing wind whirling through snow; at others, golden serpents dancing wildly. They were extraordinarily lively.

Though the blade had not been sharpened, it naturally emanated an edge that seemed capable of shattering all obstacles and cleaving the void. The hilt was ancient and unadorned, wrapped in delicate vine-like patterns that fit Xu Yuan's palm perfectly.

The entire sword possessed both the ceaseless vitality, weight, and resilience of Yi Wood, as well as the nimble grace of wind and the fierce swiftness of lightning. It even faintly radiated a vast and lofty artistic conception of wind and thunder traveling together beneath the azure heavens.

"Azure Sky Thunder Shadow Sword." Xu Yuan reached out and grasped the hilt.

Clang!

The longsword trembled lightly, releasing a joyous, intimate hum. A sensation of bloodline connection, as though it were an extension of his own arm, surged into his heart. With a slight movement of thought, the sword transformed into an azure-gold lightning shadow between substance and illusion, plunging into his spiritual meridians. It slowly revolved around his Dao foundation, drawing in and exhaling spiritual energy on its own as it nourished and tempered itself.

His natal dharma treasure had been forged!

Just as Xu Yuan successfully refined the Azure Sky