The Immortal, The Sword,  And The Monster

An immortal in pristine white Taoist robes held a sword. His long black hair flowed behind him, his sharp eyes unwavering, and his stance unshakable.

He floated in the vast emptiness of outer space, facing a monstrous being of unfathomable size. Yet, despite the overwhelming presence before him, not a trace of fear could be seen in his gaze.

A creature larger than the Sun loomed ahead, a colossal octopus with countless tentacles, each one wider than an entire nation.

They exchanged no words. For minutes, they simply stared at each other, as if understanding that their battle would shape the fate of the universe.

The immortal raised his sword, and the void ignited with radiant brilliance. Its light was so pure and powerful that even the darkest reaches of the cosmos were touched by its glow.

Like a mother's embrace, the light filled the universe with warmth and hope.

The monster answered in kind. It lifted its endless tentacles, unleashing an abyssal darkness that seeped into every corner of existence.

Like a father's cruel touch upon an unwanted child, the darkness tainted the universe with despair.

The immortal's sword descended toward the monster. It moved in a way that seemed both slow and impossibly fast at the same time.

Anyone watching would think a single step could avoid the strike, but no one could evade this sword—not even the monstrous being before him.

As space itself was sliced apart by the sword's edge, the monster lashed out, its countless tentacles surging forward to block the attack.

Hundreds of massive limbs closed in, but like a hot knife through butter, the sword cut through them with ease.

The monster screamed in pain, but its cries couldn't stop the sword's strike. Despite its immense size, the sword cleaved the creature in half.

Before the immortal and his sword, size meant nothing.

But the monster was far from dead.

The left half of its body vanished, consumed by the immortal's powerful spiritual energy and sword intent. The right half, however, transformed.

The monster morphed into a massive dragon, its eyes as large as the Moon. Yet, the immortal regarded it with disdain.

The immortal raised his sword again, ready to strike, but the monster, knowing it couldn't defend, attacked instead.

Sometimes, the best defense is a powerful offense.

The monster opened its jaw and swallowed the immortal whole.

But whether inside or outside the creature, the result was the same. As the sword descended, the monster was sliced from the inside out.

Once again, half of its body disappeared, while the other half transformed.

This time, the monster shrank to the size of a five-meter-tall Oni. It didn't attack immediately but spoke to the immortal.

The immortal answered briefly, a grave mistake.

The monster had sent a small part of itself away during the transformation, and now it closed in on the immortal from behind.

The object reached the immortal, severing the hand that held the sword. The immortal screamed in pain, the last words he would ever speak.

The monster closed the gap and punched the immortal, crushing him into a pulp with a single strike.

After killing the immortal, the monster glanced at the sword. The immortal was never a real threat—only the sword posed a danger.

It moved quickly to take the sword for itself, but the sword shone brightly, destroying most of the monster's remaining body.

Realizing its fate, the monster knew it had to escape. In a single breath, it moved dozens of light years away.

The sword didn't follow. Instead, it transformed into a small chain. The chain pierced through space and time, vanishing into the void.