Broken Blade Cliff, true to its name.
It was a black rock wall, a thousand zhang high, looking as if it had been cleaved apart by a gigantic blade capable of splitting the heavens. The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, yet it was covered in crisscrossing, bottomless cracks, as if recording that world-destroying blow. The cliff face was pitch black, exuding a cold, hard, and eternal metallic luster, with faint dark red patterns flowing over it, like dried, unfading bloodstains.
