The Broken Heaven Ridge stretched endlessly before Chen Xin—a jagged spine of stone
cutting through an endless sea of mist. The air crackled with latent energy, and every gust
whispered tales of battles long past.
Chen Xin's footsteps echoed as he moved cautiously along the narrow path, his senses sharp,
sword ready. Each step felt heavier, as if the ridge itself weighed on his spirit.
Suddenly, a piercing wind sliced past him, carrying a chilling voice:
"Another soul dares enter the Ridge?"
From the shadows emerged a figure clad in tattered robes, eyes glowing with an eerie light. This
was no ordinary spirit—it was a Sword Spirit Guardian, bound to test the hearts of those who
walked this path.
Chen Xin tightened his grip on the Merciless."I walk my own path," he said steadily. "And I will not falter."
The guardian smiled, unsheathing a blade forged from shimmering starlight.
"So be it. Let the blade of your soul speak."
The battle began — a clash of wills and steel that echoed across the ridge.
Chen Xin's sword sang with renewed strength, cutting through illusions and strikes alike.
The fight pushed him to his limits, but he persevered, proving his resolve once again.
When the guardian finally stepped back, nodding in respect, Chen Xin knew this was but the
first of many trials on Broken Heaven Ridge.
He pressed onward, heart steady, eyes fixed on the horizon.