[Genius protagonist + Power struggles among the heroes + Decisive and ruthless + Strategic scheming + Swordsmanship]
The young man holds a sword that envies no immortal, gains a divine ability of the mind, and roams freely through the Nine Heavens.
A swordsman hides his edge at the banquet table, yet his cry resounds in the deepest abyss.
Suddenly he soars beyond the clouds, bearing the azure sky; with no thickness, he enters every gap.
At that moment, his form knows no restraint, his spirit no obstruction.
Star remnants for his bones, a blaze of glass for his flame.
His first thrust pierces Heaven and Earth; his second severs cause and effect.
Lost in the joy of it, he forgets his form; he casts aside the sword and finds himself.
Behold its vastness, like a lone wild goose crossing snowy mud.
Examine its subtlety, like time splitting thin ice.
The dragon's resentment is extinguished before it can ignite; the galaxy shatters before it can coalesce.
There is a deeper truth here, but just as I would explain it, the sword has already sung:
This is no matter of slaughter. It is proof that one may hear the Way in the morning and die content by night!
Fellow Taoists, please leave a good review. I have saved 500,000 manuscripts. I beg you.
It's pretty good. It's not the kind of pretentious story. At least it's pretending to be natural and classy. The protagonist doesn't have to be a woman. Overall, it's okay.