Ye Yinghui shook the volcanic dust off her body. She sneezed heavily as she held onto the Immortal Sword in between her lips tightly. Little did he know, Yinghui had spent nearly 1,000 years inside a volcano's crater to forge the Immortal Sword.
However, due to her inexperience, and lack of inspiration, the sword didn't come out as she wanted to be. Yinghui lowered her head dejectedly, placing the Immortal Sword before him.
Although the blade was still naked, no handle or a scabbard to complete the set, Ash could feel the sharpness just looking from it. Unlike any other sword which typically shines brilliantly under a light source, each blade of the sword had an otherworldly reddish appearance which matched with his feathers perfectly.
Meanwhile, the spine was jet-black, it's so dark that Ash could even feel that the blade was able to pull any energy to sustain its fiery blades.
