Inside the highest floor of the Chenriver Tower, where Suweng resides, a biting cold wind sweeps through the space. Ice peaks glitter with crystalline clarity, and the transparent dome overhead stretches vast as a starry sky.
Even though Andrew Han knows this is the interior of the giant tower, he still feels as if the space is boundless.
“Profound-grade Trait: Glaze Blade.”
Watching as Suweng passes over a hollowed gold-and-silver manual through the air, Andrew Han catches it and gently opens the first page, forged from an unknown metal.
This manual is extraordinarily heavy, weighing around a thousand tons.
Yet the book’s pages are as thin as silk, so light they seem to have no thickness at all. Andrew Han even wonders if there’s a gravity device hidden inside; otherwise, how could it be so heavy?
Just turning a single page requires at least Fusion-tier power!
Andrew Han secretly clicks his tongue: “For an ordinary Fusion-tier, even flipping through this manual would be exhausting.”
If you converted the force needed to turn a page into a quantifiable mechanical value, it would probably exceed a hundred thousand tons.
Noticing Andrew Han’s puzzlement, Suweng, seated opposite him, smiles lightly: “This manual itself isn’t actually heavy. But because it records the Profound-grade Trait ‘Glaze Blade’ and contains a trace of Profound intent, it becomes extraordinarily weighty.”
A single word bears the weight of ten thousand jun; a single phrase steadies heaven and earth—such is its power.
"Take a look first."
Suweng sits atop the icy peak in a wooden chair, quietly observing Andrew Han.
"Alright."
Andrew Han bows his head and begins turning the pages of the manual.
On the first page before his eyes, there are only three floating, semi-transparent characters: Glaze Blade.
At first glance, nothing seems remarkable.
But upon closer inspection, a chill and dread seep into his heart, a sense of awe and heartbreak quietly spreading deep within. The scene before his eyes transforms dramatically—a long divine blade seems to be born from the void, shattering everything in its path.
Clang!
All is silent; the blade's cry echoes through the starry sky!
There is not a hint of sound or light in the surroundings; darkness shrouds the entire world, utterly silent. Only the ringing of the blade returns again and again, revealing the Glaze Blade's challenge to the cosmos.
After a moment, a glaze-like brilliance suddenly flares, slicing through the withered and desolate darkness, cleaving the entire shadowed world.
With a single resounding note, the world is shattered to dust!
Only a single jade-glaze divine blade floats in the void, cutting through ages immemorial!
"Is this the Glaze Blade?"
Andrew Han blinks, fixes his gaze again, and the strange sensation dissipates into emptiness.
"The first page should be the general outline."
He bows his head, focusing on the first page, lightly pinching the edge of the metal sheet between his fingers—its silk-like thinness and indescribable heaviness fused together. Especially the sharpness of the edge, which feels as if it could cut through all things.
Turning to the second page, the illusions vanish.
He continues through the third, fourth... In total, six metal pages record the fusion order and structural steps for the foundational traits.