C493 Senior, Please Bestow the Sword to Me.!

Chilling gusts swept across the snow-blanketed ice field, where spectral figures flickered in and out of sight, encircling the Cold Heaven Sword Martial Soul.

The ghostly shapes swirled in chaos, drawing ever nearer to the Sword Martial Soul before transforming into beams of black light that fused into it. In an instant, the Martial Soul, once towering above the heavens