65: Chapter 65 This sword has no edge; who dares to test its sharpness!

The Lightning Tribulation dissipated, leaving the Artifact Refining Hall in a state of complete mess.

The ground was riddled with bottomless pits, the walls were scorched black by the escaping lightning energy, and a thick smell of burning permeated the air.

But amidst these ruins, everyone's gaze was focused on two points.

One was that god-like figure dressed in snow-white robes, who had just "resisted the Lightning Tribulation with one hand."

The other was the magnificent scabbard in Ouyang Iron Hammer's hands, which, after undergoing the baptism of the Lightning Tribulation, had become even more restrained in its divine light and naturally endowed with Dao Rhyme.

"Mas... Revered Master..."

Ouyang Iron Hammer was so excited he was incoherent. With trembling hands, he held up the scabbard and the rusty sword he had been enshrining together before Su Changge.

"I have fortunately fulfilled the mission! The 'Dao Scabbard' is complete! Please, Revered Master... return the divine sword to its sheath!"

His eyes were filled with anticipation and fanaticism, as if he were about to witness a historic moment.

Su Changge looked at his obsessed expression, then at the scabbard that clearly looked incredibly expensive, feeling a bit nervous inside.

"This... it can fit, right? Don't let it get stuck..."

Steeling himself, he took the sword and the scabbard.

He picked up the rust-covered broken sword and slowly inserted it toward the opening of the scabbard.

Everyone held their breath.

Ji Wushuang's eyes didn't even blink, for fear of missing a single detail.

Ouyang Iron Hammer was so nervous his heart was practically jumping out of his chest.

Screech—

A faint sound, like metal rubbing against metal, rang out.

The rusty sword smoothly and perfectly slid into the scabbard.

A seamless fit, as if created by nature itself.

At the exact moment the hilt and the scabbard met completely—

Hum—

An indescribable sword hum emanated from the sword, echoing throughout the entire Taixuan Sect.

This hum was not high-pitched or sharp, but carried a sense of ancient desolation and weight that seemed to come from the primordial era.

All Disciples of the Taixuan Sect, no matter where they were or how high their cultivation, as long as they were Sword Cultivators, their personal swords began to hum uncontrollably in submission at this moment!

This was yet another sword dao phenomenon triggered by this "divine sword," following the "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor!"

"A divine sword! This is absolutely a supreme divine sword that has slept for eons!"

“The hum of returning to the sheath can move ten thousand swords to submit! If it were unsheathed, how earth-shattering would that be!”

Countless Elders and Disciples cast gazes of awe toward the direction of the Artifact Refining Hall.

Su Changge held the sheathed "divine sword" and felt a weight in his hand.

He hefted it and found the thing was quite heavy.

The scabbard was forged entirely from an unknown black metal, cool to the touch, and engraved with runes flashing with five-colored light that even he couldn't understand; it looked incredibly high-end.

Combined with the simple, ancient hilt and the faint trace of rust at the junction of the hilt and scabbard—

A top-tier aura of "divine objects obscuring their own brilliance, great craftsmanship requires no elaboration" spontaneously emerged.

Su Changge was extremely satisfied in his heart.

"Not bad, not bad. This appearance is a perfect score! Carrying this on my back in the future, who would dare say I'm not a peerless sword immortal?"

He looked at the sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and decided to give it a name.

What would be a good name?

"Zhu Xian"? Too cliché.

"Xuanyuan"? Too domineering, it would easily attract attention.

He thought about it and looked at the essence of this sword—a broken iron sword that wasn't sharpened and was rusted shut.

"I have it!"

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"This sword shall be called no edge."

no edge (Blunted).

These two simple words fell upon the ears of Ouyang Iron Hammer and Ji Wushuang like the tolling of a great bell, deafening and enlightening!

"no edge..."

Ji Wushuang murmured to himself, a brilliant light erupting in his eyes. "I understand! Great skill appears clumsy, A heavy sword needs no edge! Senior's meaning is that this sword's Realm has already surpassed the basic level of 'sharpness'! What it relies on is not the blade, but the 'Dao' it carries! Using the Dao as a sword, it can cut through all things! What a 'no edge'! What a heavy sword with no edge!"

Ouyang Iron Hammer also had a look of sudden realization.

"So that's it! So that's it! A divine sword has no edge, The greatest image has no form! This old man has been taught! I have truly been taught!"

The two of them once again fell into a frenzy of overthinking and self-rationalization.

Su Changge looked at them, already too lazy to complain.

Satisfied, he strapped the prop sword named "no edge" onto his back, preparing to return and continue his leisurely life.

From then on, a new scene appeared on Changge Peak.

A young man dressed in white with an otherworldly temperament, carrying an ancient rusty sword on his back, would either lie in a rocking chair soaking up the sun or carry a watering can to water the plants in the courtyard every day.

That image was full of contradictions, yet harmonious to the extreme.

This "no edge" sword also quickly became a hot topic of conversation among the Taixuan Sect Disciples.

Everyone knew that the Supreme Ancestor possessed a world-shaking divine sword named no edge, a supreme treasure left over from ancient times that was not easily unsheathed.

Once, a newly joined, ignorant Outer Sect Disciple saw Su Changge carrying that rusty sword and curiously approached to ask: "Supreme Ancestor, your sword... why is it rusty? Is it because you don't have the money for maintenance?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the surrounding Disciples turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly covered his mouth.

Before Su Changge could even think of how to bluff, his "chief follower" Ji Wushuang stepped forward and coldly scolded the Disciple:

"Shallow! Ignorant!"

"What do you know? This is called a divine object obscuring its own brilliance! It is the manifestation of the supreme sword dao Return to Simplicity!"

Ji Wushuang had a look of disappointment, as if seeing someone fail to live up to expectations, and began his on-site lecture.

"Senior's sword—its Sword Intent has long since reached the heavens! If its sharpness were exposed, I fear the entire Eastern Wasteland would be unable to withstand its pressure and would collapse on its own! That is why Senior used supreme power to completely restrain its sharpness, turning it into this form of common iron!"

"The rust you see is not rust! It is the accumulation of the Laws of the Great Dao! It is the Dao marks left by time! Do you understand?!"

The Outer Sect Disciple was lectured into a daze, and the surrounding Disciples were also listening with rapt attention, nodding one after another, indicating they had learned something.

"So that's how it is! His Highness the Saint is right!"

"Ordinary mortals like us indeed cannot see through Senior's Realm!"

"This rust is actually the Dao marks of the Great Dao! I've truly had my eyes opened today!"

Su Changge, standing to the side, felt his eyes twitching.

"Not bad, Ji Wushuang. This ability to overthink is almost catching up to the System. In the future, the Sect's publicity work will be handed over to you."

From then on, no one dared to question Su Changge's "no edge" sword again.

Some Disciples even observed the "Dao marks" on that sword from a distance and fell into an Epiphany on the spot, breaking through their Bottlenecks.

This made the legend of the "no edge" sword even more miraculous.

Everyone firmly believed that once this sword was unsheathed, it would surely be earth-shattering and cause rivers of blood to flow.

No one dared to ask Su Changge to draw the sword.

Su Changge was also happy to be left in peace.

In any case, he couldn't pull it out even if he wanted to.

That sword had long since rusted shut inside the scabbard.