Lin Xuan woke up one day to some good news: he had become the Primordial World's infamous ultimate weapon, the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
The bad news: the war between immortals and demons was raging, and he was inside Luohou's dantian. He didn't even have a loyal System bro to help him.
Only after Luohou transformed into the Dao and Hongjun secluded himself to become a Saint did Lin Xuan realize that he was the greatest trump card of all.
“Neither bronze nor iron, neither sword nor steel, it once lay hidden beneath Mount Sumeru.”
“Why bother refining it by reversing yin and yang? Water and fire have tempered its sharp edge.”
“The Zhuxian Sword cuts; the Lixian Sword slays. The Xianxian Sword glows red in every direction.”
“The Juexian Sword's transformations are endlessly wondrous; even Golden Immortals bleed upon its blade.”
Countless ages later, Lin Xuan blocked the gates of the Zixiao Palace.
“Hongjun, I hear you have a problem with me?”
There are too many conspiracies and tricks.
Prehistoric mosquitoes, blood-sucking swords?
Come on!!!!
Generally speaking, those who use the clone technique talk about cause and effect in every sentence, and travel everywhere to accumulate karma and cultivate laws. They can split themselves into five, but they don't seem to be much ahead. The idea that one plus one is greater than two hasn't even emerged yet.
It's quite well written.
The writing is bland!
The view that magical artifacts cannot take human form is clear and logical.
So far, I feel pretty good!
Yes, yes, very good.