Sword Immortal of Strange Tales

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In a cave nestled on a small seaside hill in the outskirts of Donghai City, a young man with a pale face sat cross-legged. Before him lay a black box adorned with strange, intricate symbols. Behind him stood an odd device, resembling an ancient armillary sphere as tall as a man—a spherical contraption mounted on a metal base, covered in countless tracks etched with runes that rotated of their own accord. Around the hill, dozens of iron towers pierced the sky, their sharp tips vanishing into the clouds—upon closer inspection, they were lightning rods.

This young man was named Shangguan Chuanyun, a native of Donghai City in Huaxia, who, plagued by incurable illness, was compelled to seek ways to prolong his life.

With utmost solemnity, Shangguan Chuanyun opened the black box. He reached in and withdrew a gleaming, silver, spindle-shaped sliver, three inches long, narrow in the middle and pointed at both ends, and gazed at it in silence.

“Six years of painstaking effort—all rests on this moment,” he thought, caressing the small sword in his hand.

The globe-like device behind him, with its myriad rotating tracks, was called the Celestial Armillary—a tool Shangguan Chuanyun had crafted for divining the secrets of heaven and earth.

The black box was designed specifically to house spiritual objects and enhance their essence. The three-inch, spindle-shaped sliver was a flying sword—a famed artifact of legend.

Shangguan Chuanyun had forged this miniature sword in strict accordance with the ancient art of sword refinement, using