Jingliu

A sword five feet long, weighing three thousand catties. The ebony blade is cracked and the tip is broken and lost. In the midst of countless battles, he wielded this sword and fought his way to the vast ship with his comrades and disciples, cutting off the wolf-like head of Boris Warhead. He also climbed the flying fortress that pierced the sky and broke the wings of the Feather Guard. He fought the iron cavalry of Houyhnhnm and imprisoned all the riders of the six-legged horses... No matter which way he swung his sword, no abomination could escape death or imprisonment. He never expected to point this sword at his lifelong friend He gasped, barely holding his wounded body together. Far away, deep down, a dragon’s painful roar was heard, as if it were begging for death. He watched the arrogant craftsman fall into the mud, and walked towards him like a ghost. “I must kill you first… but you will have your own torment to endure forever…” He pointed the broken sword at the great elder. “Impossible. The teachers said… The blood of my race and the spirit of my ancestors must create another great elder. All of this… It must not be like this. If death could return everything to the way it was, I would do it… But you must tell me right now where that dragon’s weak spot is.The top of its head…” The half-draconic abomination swam through the air in blasts of lightning.? Its body, enough to swallow the very horizon, sundered yet another floating isle.? Its wails were as loud as the clamors of a thousand clashing swords. She felt her Core Esse boiling, like a ripe wheat grain about to burst out of its husk and swell to infinity.