7: The young master possesses a sword, its name is Canglang.

Standing in the center of the Awakening room, Shen Guyan felt somewhat nervous, glancing around from time to time. After all, a Spirit related to his upper limit in this otherworld continent; without talent, in this strange and crisis-ridden otherworld, how could he reach the Peak relying solely on schemes and strategy?

It was at this moment that the soft white light lighting up on the Female Spirit Communicator's hand caught his attention. That soft white light was the legendary Soul Power. Different from the Internal Energy and Internal Skill of the martial arts cultivation in his previous life, this was a powerful energy that only a Spirit Master possessed.

As he watched intently, the Female Spirit Communicator pointed her right hand toward the air. The white light that was originally on her hands suddenly surged upward; the white light rushing into the sky was like blooming fireworks, bringing a brilliant radiance to the Awakening room.

Those dazzlingly beautiful patterns lit up, starting from the ceiling and extending down along the four walls, as if regaining vitality or possessing life, spreading all the way to Shen Guyan's feet. All the light finally converged at the spot where he stood.

A soft force with a hint of numbness flooded into his body from the soles of Shen Guyan's feet, causing his small frame to tremble slightly. Immediately afterward, his entire body began to shake slightly as if struck by an electric current.

Everything before his eyes became blurred. Images from his previous life flashed continuously in his mind, finally freezing on a longsword that had been sealed for many years.

The hilt of this sword was slender overall with perfect proportions, providing an excellent grip. It was made of high-grade ebony, with a hard texture and fine grain, gleaming with a deep and ancient luster. A layer of yellow silk was wrapped around the hilt; the silk was soft and smooth, its color as golden and brilliant as the sunset glow, and it was embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns using gold thread, the lines of the cloud patterns flowing naturally. The crossguard was diamond-shaped, forged from refined steel, its surface meticulously polished to be as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the surrounding scenes. Exquisite dragon patterns were carved on the edges of the crossguard; the dragon's body wound and twisted, its scales lifelike, its mouth wide open, with delicate and smooth lines. Every detail was handled with extreme refinement, showcasing superb craftsmanship.

The blade emitted a cold, chilling light, forged from hundred-refined steel. After countless times of forging and polishing, the blade's surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a single flaw.

canglang sword?

Shen Guyan was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing he was already within a space of Chaos.

In the Void Realm, the Chaos was as dark as ink, and the thick darkness surged like a physical substance. Occasionally, fine sparks of electricity flashed within it, illuminating this mysterious and dangerous space intermittently.

Shen Guyan seemed to have returned to his youth in his previous life. His Black Robe fluttered loudly, and his hair was lifted by an invisible force, flying wildly in the darkness. His gaze was like a torch, locked tightly onto the canglang sword floating in front of him. The entire sword emitted a faint blue light, with mysterious patterns flowing on the blade, as if containing the power to create heaven and earth, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure in this Void Realm.

Shen Guyan took a deep breath and slowly reached out his hand. His slender fingers trembled slightly, carrying an uncontrollable desire and tension as he reached toward the hilt of the canglang sword.

However, at the very moment his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, the Void Realm suddenly vibrated violently. A low rumbling sound came from all directions, as if from ancient war drums, making Shen Guyan's eardrums ache.

The darkness was stirred as if by an invisible giant hand, spinning frantically to form a massive vortex. In the center of the vortex, a dazzling green light suddenly lit up, the light growing brighter and brighter, dispelling the surrounding darkness. Shen Guyan had to squint his eyes, a strange feeling surging in his heart.

As the green light bloomed, a magnificent Azure Dragon slowly emerged from the Void Realm vortex ahead. Its body was incomparably massive, its scales shimmering with a green-gold light, each one the size of a millstone. Its dragon whiskers hung down like steel whips, swaying with the wind; its dragon horns were thick and sharp, as if they could pierce the firmament; those massive dragon eyes were like two burning suns, radiating an aura of majesty and anger, staring coldly at Shen Guyan.

“Roar——”

The Azure Dragon threw back its head and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves spread out like physical matter, even distorting the Void Realm.

“This is... the Azure Dragon... of the Four Sacred Beasts?” Shen Guyan's expression changed slightly, though he remained relatively calm. Since coming to this World, he had seen quite a few Spirit Masters with dragon-type Spirits.

But before Shen Guyan could react, that massive Azure Dragon pounced toward him with bared fangs and brandished claws.

In his haste, Shen Guyan grabbed the canglang sword, attempting to block the collision of this colossal creature.

Meanwhile, in the outside World, in the eyes of the Female Spirit Communicator, he was already bathed in a green halo, his whole body emitting long dragon roars. Under the effect of this ancient and traditional ceremony, his Spirit was about to undergo Awakening.

“Roar——” Shen Guyan suddenly let out a dragon roar, startling the Female Spirit Communicator.

Normally, children do not have too many sensations when Awakening their Spirits, but a very small number of people encounter danger because their bodies are too fragile to withstand the impact of the energy.

The Female Spirit Communicator flickered and arrived in front of Shen Guyan. This one was the Young Master of the Shen Family! If something happened to him on her watch, she could not bear the responsibility. Once she detected that something was wrong, she would terminate the ceremony immediately to ensure Shen Guyan's safety.

As she got closer, she saw with surprise that a green dragon pattern seemed to flash on Shen Guyan's forehead, and then that green pattern spread toward his limbs like a net.

What kind of Spirit is this? This Female Spirit Communicator was very senior, having Awakened thousands upon thousands of children, but this was the first time she had seen a situation like the one occurring with Shen Guyan.

In the next moment, weak energy fluctuations quietly radiated from Shen Guyan's body. The energy emerged from his lower abdomen, which is the Dantian of a Martial Artist. This was the most normal place for Soul Power to be generated; the energy fluctuation was not strong, but it truly existed.

This made the Female Spirit Communicator very pleasantly surprised. This was clearly a Spirit that possessed Soul Power. Many times, even after conducting ceremonies for an entire day, one might not necessarily encounter a child with Soul Power. Today's luck seemed quite good.

Only, what exactly was this Shen Family Young Master's Spirit?

The previous net-like green patterns had already vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared. Shen Guyan's eyes opened slightly, and he gently raised his right hand.

“Sword, come!” Shen Guyan gave a low shout, his voice like a great bell, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

An ancient sword casket automatically floated up from his palm. The bronze patterns on its surface seemed to be injected with life, flowing with a mysterious and ancient light.

In an instant, the entire building began to vibrate violently. Cracks spread out like spiderwebs, as if the earth itself was trembling for the divine weapon about to be born.

As the sword casket opened section by section automatically, a brilliant sword light shot into the sky, breaking through the clouds. That light was so dazzling that it even reflected the surrounding sky into a deep blue.

It was entirely azure-blue, its blade flowing with a water-like luster, as if containing an endless, vast power. The ancient runes engraved on the blade emitted a faint blue light, flickering with the humming of the sword, as if narrating a long-sealed legend.

The canglang sword had finally appeared in the World.