Jiang Chen's eyes were instantly drawn to the Purple Heaven Immortal Sword.
The sword featured a dark purple hilt and guard, while its blade stood in stark contrast—a pristine white, clear and transparent. A soft lavender glow radiated from the blade, adding an ethereal quality.
Its edge, as delicate as a cicada's wing, was lined with tiny, nearly invisible cracks that only a sharp eye could detect.
An overwhelming aura poured from the sword, spinning threads of sword Qi that seemed to weave through the air itself.
Through Jiang Chen's vision, Nangong Wan examined the weapon. Her voice, tinged with surprise, echoed in his mind. "A sword of the Transcendence rank! Such a magnificent artifact truly lives up to the name of an Immortal Tool."
After a brief pause, a note of concern crept into her tone. "However, it seems this sword suffered damage in battle. It can only summon less than thirty percent of its original power now."
