Soul Reforged: The Rise of Sword God Chen Xin

Beyond the plateau lay the entrance to a gorge — narrow and sharp, with jagged cliffs and

roaring winds. The air vibrated with metallic shrieks as silver gales howled through the canyon.

This was Stormsteel Gorge — where even the wind could cut.

Chen Xin stood at its edge, eyes narrowed. Blades littered the gorge, torn from the hands of

those who had walked this path and failed.

Every breeze was a blade.

Every step, a death wish.

He wrapped his soul around his twin swords, not to defend — but to harmonize.

He stepped in.

The first wind came like a screeching whip, slicing through the air. He moved, barely dodging.

The second came from below — a whirlwind of needles. He spun, letting Gu Jian flicker like a

reed against a river.

Then the third — a sweeping gust so dense it had weight. He slashed with Merciless, dispersing

the pressure, letting pain crawl along his shoulder as a shallow cut opened.Hundreds of steps in.

Thousands of slashes around him.

But the deeper he went, the more his movement changed.

He no longer fought the wind.

He danced with it.

His sword forms became fluid, like flowing steel — not cutting through the wind, but carving with

it.

By the time he reached the gorge's heart, wind no longer touched him. It parted like silk.

A silent acknowledgement.