Chapter 1957: Divine Weapon Should Have a Name

The more powerful a divine weapon, the greater its need for proper maintenance. Without it, the weapon not only fails to perform as it should but also gradually loses its vitality, deteriorating into mere scrap metal. Ancient sects, despite possessing incredibly potent artifacts, have seen them wither away one by one over the past two millennia, left to gather dust in forgotten corners, simply because their energy consumption became too high to afford their upkeep.

As for individuals like Immortal Qianhuan, who refined their own bodies into divine weapons, He Lingchuan had to abandon such items after their demise. No one could sustain things of that nature.

That’s why he was particularly astonished when he heard the word "vitality."

Indeed, at the entrance of the Ghost King's Underworld Palace, he had once seen Immortal Shouan's great sword, which plunged directly into the palace from the heavens. How magnificent it looked at first glance! Yet, upon inspection, that divine sword had completely faded, leaving behind only a husk.

But this broken halberd was entirely different. Its tip, illuminated by bioluminescent spores, still gleamed with a cold light. Anyone who looked at it too long felt as though their eyes would be cut.

It was crippled but tenacious.

Fang Canran added, “This is likely because the halberd tip pierced directly into a profound crystal vein, continuously receiving nourishment for over two millennia. It even passively blessed two corpses, which otherwise would have long since decayed into mere bones.”

So that was it. The well-preserved bodies of the Yaksha King and the Azure Dragon were not only due to their powerful cultivation during life but also to the profound crystals of the earth vein nourishing them.

He Lingchuan reached out and gently pressed the halberd tip.

It was just a subconscious action, yet a scorching sensation shot up from his fingertips, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand.

It felt as if he had been burned.

Since acquiring the Divine Bone Necklace, how long had it been since he experienced the sensation of being burned?

At the same time, the Dragon Roar Armor appeared, automatically protecting its master.

Fang Canran was startled. “What’s wrong?”

Does this weapon have tricks up its sleeve?

Yes, after all, this was a Sea Yaksha’s weapon. Its vitality remaining also meant its fierce nature remained, and it should not be taken lightly.

He Lingchuan shook his head. “It’s fine; I’ll try again.”

He looked down at his gauntlets.

Wearing the Dragon Roar Armor, he was the Great Emperor of the Nine Nethers.

He reached out once more to press the halberd tip; it was still hot to the touch. But this time, he was prepared, and the heart scale on his breastplate simultaneously flashed with a faint dark red light.

Then, the intense heat immediately halved.

He Lingchuan confirmed that the weapon spirit within the broken halberd not only existed but was exceptionally active. It yearned for more slaughter, for its fill of blood, and even for powerful foes to fight again!

But it was trapped here, day after day, year after year, endlessly.

Unable to achieve what it sought, unable to escape its predicament, it grew increasingly agitated.

He Lingchuan's first contact with it elicited an especially strong reaction.

A crippled weapon spirit with such a vigorous fighting spirit was truly a rare sight.

He Lingchuan calmed himself and communicated with it, discovering that it had survived until now not only due to the spiritual energy provided by the profound crystal vein but also from the nourishment of the Azure Dragon's flesh and draconic power from its remains!

Fang Canran was right. Although it was a broken halberd, having killed the Azure Dragon and then being nourished by its flesh and blood for over two millennia, it truly qualified as a rare artifact.

He Lingchuan expressed to the weapon spirit that he could take it away from this dark, sunless underground prison and would continue to maintain it, possibly even reforge it. However, he couldn't guarantee when it would return to battle.

After all, he wasn't even sure if this thing could be properly repaired.

Such communication was profound and mysterious, an unspoken understanding with a non-human spirit. In the past, when Emperor Shanjin acquired the Asura Armor, he had also promised to take it to conquer all directions and treat it as a national treasure. Only then did the precious armor agree to follow him and exert its power.

It had also taken He Lingchuan a long time to achieve synchronous resonance and perfect harmony with the Transient Life Blade.

Fortunately, this broken halberd was tired of being confined to the underground palace and agreed without hesitation.

It didn't entirely believe He Lingchuan's persuasion; its primary reason was sensing the surging power of the Dragon God emanating from him.

That power was likely even stronger than that of the Azure Dragon in its prime and also belonged to the dragon clan. How many years had the broken halberd not felt such an aura?

As a simple weapon spirit, the broken halberd was willing to submit to it.

Seeing his unchanged expression, Fang Canran asked with relief, “Can you pull it out?”

“No need to pull. I’ll try something else.”

The two first jumped back onto the dragon's head. He Lingchuan then leaped into the Azure Dragon’s eye socket and firmly pressed the broken halberd.

“Collect!”

The next second, the giant broken halberd, several zhang in length, vanished into thin air!

Weng Xing looked up and saw this scene, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.

A Dragon God truly is a Dragon God; they can even store something so huge!

Fang Canran and Luo Xie, however, were unfazed. Luo Xie, in particular, had witnessed He Lingchuan collecting the Illusion Sect’s treasures in the Inverted Sea and was well aware of how astonishing his methods were.

However, this time, He Lingchuan didn't use a large storage space but rather the Divine Bone Necklace.

After He Lingchuan pleaded repeatedly, the Divine Bone Necklace finally, albeit reluctantly, accepted the broken halberd.

“Let’s go back. We’ll find someone to seal the cave entrance so as not to disturb their eternal slumber.” He Lingchuan jumped back to the ground. At that moment, the Earth Spirit also returned, leaping directly onto Luo Xie’s shoulder.

How should this broken halberd be utilized?

A weapon typically gains renown either because its wielder was famous or because its slain opponents were renowned.

The Nesthaven Yaksha clan lived on the seabed, a rather mysterious sea race that perished very early. In the long river of history, this halberd, seemingly powerful, had failed to establish its own name.

If the precious blade had consciousness, it would probably feel regret, wouldn't it?

The group turned and left. Fang Canran cast a final glance back. Although the broken halberd had been taken by He Lingchuan, the Azure Dragon’s body had been stiff for over two millennia and did not fall, still maintaining its original posture.

The last image it left for history was still fierce and unyielding.

“What a pity for the Dragon Clan,” Fang Canran couldn't help but let out a long sigh. “The Dragon God sacrificed itself by crashing into the Celestial Net Star, ending the war between immortals and demons and protecting all living beings. This was an immense merit. Yet, after its passing, its descendants steadily declined, with immortal sects and demon clans all plotting against them. When the person is gone, the tea grows cold; it’s truly lamentable.”

For the past thousand years, no true dragons had been seen in the world. Such divine beasts, born of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, ultimately departed with it.

Weng Xing blinked, then suddenly asked, “Mr. Fang, when did the Dragon God crash into the Celestial Net Star?”

“Approximately three thousand years ago.”

“Then these flood dragons and the Yaksha King perishing together happened six or seven hundred years after the Dragon God crashed into the Celestial Net Star. That’s not a short time,” Weng Xing mumbled. “If I did a great deed and everyone was indebted to me, and they treated my descendants kindly for several centuries, I’d be eternally grateful to them!”

“…” Fang Canran was dumbfounded, unsure whether to laugh or cry. “You call that ‘kind treatment’?”

“Wow, that’s not kind treatment? Look at the quality of these profound crystal spiritual ores on the wall!” Weng Xing reached out to touch the crystals on the wall. “Didn’t you just say that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was waning, and Danxia Palace itself could barely sustain itself, while the dragon clan’s old lair was still a grotto-heaven and blessed land? There’s already little spiritual energy in the world, and a few Azure Dragons occupied such a large rich mine. Can you blame others for being envious?”