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Every single time Dan Feng is mentioned, hinted, or name-dropped across Honkai: Star Rail's lore because this game does a terrible job at keeping everything contained and I have the memory of a goldfish.

Since Hoyoverse despises being clear, I've color-codded three characters who appear constantly and are often referred to by pronouns or substantives:

DAN FENG
DAN HENG
YINGXING/BLADE BAIHENG

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CHARACTER STORY IV

A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade is covered in cracks and the tip is broken and lost.

Amid the countless wars, she wielded this sword and, alongside her comrades and disciple, battled her way into the vast ship, decapitating the wolf-like head of the borisin Warmuhtar. She also climbed the sky-piercing flying citadel, shredding off the feathers of the Feather Guards. She fought the iron cavalry of the Houyhnhnm, sealing all the riders of the six-legged steeds into prison… Whichever way her sword pointed, no abomination can escape death or imprisonment.

She had never expected she would point this sword at her lifelong friend.

She gasps, barely holding her wounded body together. Far away, deeper in the delve, there came the anguished roar of a dragon, as if a cry seeking deliverance.

She watches as the arrogant craftsman falls into the mud, and walks up to him like a wraith.

“I should kill you first… but you will have your own torment to bear for all eternity…”

She points the broken sword at the high elder.

“Impossible. The Preceptors said… The blood of my race and the soul of my ancestor should have created another high elder. All this… It shouldn’t be like this.”

“If your death can return everything to how it was, I would do it… But you need to tell me that dragon’s weak point right now.”

“The top of its head…”


The half-draconic abomination swims through the air in blasts of lightning. Its body, enough to swallow the very horizon, sunders yet another floating isle. Its wails are loud as the clamors of a thousand swords clashing.

She feels her Core Esse boiling, like a ripe wheat grain about to erupt out of its casing and swell eternally.

She sees herself trapped in childhood nightmares again. The ominous planet is swallowing her overhead, and she, but an insect, cannot even struggle.

The woman tears off a spread of black silk from the edge of her skirt and covers her eyes.

The thunder strikes. She leaps up with her sword towards the draconic abomination.

In an illusion that feels half like a dream and half like reality, she feels her flesh has finally transcended its limits and has started to disintegrate. There are restraints binding her like strings, tightly wrapped around her limbs and organs, slicing apart her final shreds of self-consciousness bit by bit.

Suddenly, she hears those words: “I will cut down even the stars in the sky.”

At that moment, she finally grasps the sword she had been seeking all this time.

It is a sword that can transcend all restrictions. It is a sword she has been familiar with for years.

It is not forged from any ordinary iron, but condensed from a shaft of sharp ice. It glows with a dim light, as if it is a strand of moonlight held in the wielder’s hand.

A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, and weighs nothing.