Clank!
As the divine mountain rose out of the water, the black sword uttered its last plaintive cry, and quieted down.
The inky black blade was deprived of all its spirituality, and was now lined with dry silver-gray patches. It was now a mere common sword that was slightly sharper than ordinary blades.
"Sigh…" Gu Yu sighed softly as he withdrew the sword. He then said to Mu Kun, "The sword had lost all its spirituality, but I'd like to keep it on Phoenix Mountain. May I do that?"
Mu Kun gave it a thought, and said, "Sure."
"Thanks!"
With a little command of his mental force, the crippled sword was stored into the silver silk bag at his waist. Only then did he go up to the river bank and join the others in observing the divine mountain.
