The moment Qingyi stepped onto the fifth floor, he felt the world around him change.
A strong gust of wind hit his face, his clothes fluttering as he raised his arms protectively.
He seemed to be at the bottom of a meteor crater, on a dark marble platform.
Above him, gray clouds thundered. Lightning bolts were falling all around the edge of the crater, but not on the central platform.
He took a step forward, focusing on something in the center of the platform that floated a few centimeters off the ground.
It was a sword, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his life.
The hilt was a deep purple and the blade, long and sharp, made of silver pure enough to serve as a mirror.
Even so, there was something strange about it - its steel surrounded by tiny cracks.
Qingyi took another step forward, momentarily hypnotized.
"System... can I see the information on this sword?" he asked, regaining his composure.
[Item: Heaven Defying Thunder Sword
