Change of Instrument

A piece of bluestone, a big dream. I don't know where I came from, I just know that when I opened those non-existent "eyes", I was already in a furnace. Burnt by the fire, forged by the hammer, I turned the stone into a tool and turned it into a short sword. The first owner was an honest man and died on the way to escape. I lay beside the body and looked at the sky, wondering why this happened. The second master was a casual cultivator, rough and bold. He killed demons and people with his hands. I learned what "fighting" is from his hands. The third owner was a woman, as gentle as water, but she broke her own foundation in order to save me. The fourth, fifth, sixth... I have changed many names - Qingfeng Dao, Cloud-Slashing Sword, Frost Blade, Soul-Suppressing Seal. I have changed into many forms - knives, swords, tripods, seals, and towers. I have had many masters - some died for me, some abandoned me like a pair of worn shoes, and some regarded me as a treasure. I have seen the rise and fall of sects, the change of dynasties, the fall of immortals, and the collapse of heaven. Thousands of years later, when I stand on the top of the heavens and look back on where I came from - Those who have held my hand have long since turned into dust. And I am still on the road. One sentence introduction The road to immortality of a piece of bluestone begins with a furnace fire and ends with immortality, with countless owners' reincarnations in the middle.