The clouds broke, darkness covered the sky, and a sword descended from the Heaven's Vault.
The sword was ancient and full of essence, it hummed in resonance, it was unstoppable, it scattered armies, it pushed forward with unyielding vigor, it was resilient, and it was free.
The sword seemed to wail and weep.
The sword was named Fuyao.
It came from where it began, going towards its destination, piercing through the clouds, borrowing the path of the sea of clouds, thus it was radiant and colorful.
Wherever this sword passed, it swept away all gloom, leaving the sky pristine and clear.
The sword soared into the vast sky, unfettered.
Finally, it hovered before Lu Qingshan.
"Qingshan, I entrust Fuyao and the Sword Sect to you; also, the Yumen Pass, guarded by our Sword Sect for twenty thousand years, will henceforth be carried by you.
