Streams of golden light flowed from the void, gradually converging before Cheng Guang to take the shape of a sword.
Even as a mere phantom, Cheng Guang could discern threads of cold light and feel its unmatched sharpness.
Cheng Guang slowly reached out, his hand lightly touching the sword that formed from the gathering golden light.
As Cheng Guang's fingertips made contact with the blade, it was as if a streak of light rippled out from it.
Every place touched by the light began to solidify.
In a short time, a sword of white-gold magnificence appeared before Cheng Guang.
"Is this the Imperial Sword?"
Cheng Guang's eyes roamed over the white-gold sword, betraying a touch of astonishment.
He felt that the Imperial Sword, rewarded for completing the system task, was much more exquisite than he had imagined.
Its blade shone with the color of white gold, radiating a sense of nobility.
And on the hilt, there were no overly intricate patterns.
Simple yet elegant.
