Chapter 130: Divine Weapon Recognizes Its Master

Disciples who come to the Divine Weapon Caverns are almost all Undying realm Godfiends.

However, Great Sun realm Godfiends like Meng Chuan, Xue Feng, and Liu Qiyue, who have also mastered the 'Soul Realm,' are ultimately very rare. Only a handful emerge from hundreds of disciples. These are the true elite geniuses of Yuanchu Mountain, each with boundless potential. Over the years, the many ancient divine weapons within the cavern have sensed this through their spiritual essence: how few such talented disciples there are.

Even fewer are those who truly resonate with them. For instance, Meng Chuan uses a saber, specifically a horizontal saber. Liu Qiyue uses a bow and arrows, and Xue Feng wields a sword. Missing such a genius could mean waiting another one or two centuries to find the next compatible user. Therefore, many divine weapons spontaneously floated up.

Buzzing sounds filled the air. Meng Chuan watched the scene as numerous divine weapons lifted off the ground and flew up from the vast cavern. In an instant, over a hundred weapons hovered in various spots.

The divine weapons were also competing. Their world was more direct; powerful divine weapons emanated terrifying auras in all directions, suppressing the weaker weapons, which involuntarily fell back to the ground, unable to remain suspended. Soon, only twelve weapons remained suspended within the cavern.

'These twelve?' Meng Chuan could sense auras within a one-mile radius and clearly perceived that three of the divine weapons had the strongest auras. The other nine were much weaker, though they could at least manage to stay suspended.

Meng Chuan walked closer to inspect them.

'Three Heaven-tier divine weapons and nine Earth-tier divine weapons,' Meng Chuan nodded slightly. 'No Creation-tier divine weapons.'

Creation-tier divine weapons, being the strongest, were unlikely to acknowledge a Great Sun realm Godfiend as their master unless significantly weakened. Instead, it was more likely for Regressor Godfiends, who entered the Divine Weapon Caverns after their weapons were damaged in battle or due to other special reasons, to gain the recognition of a Creation-tier divine weapon.

'Being able to choose a Heaven-tier divine weapon is already excellent,' Meng Chuan was quite satisfied. 'I need to choose carefully among these three.'

He looked at the three Heaven-tier divine weapons. Since they were Heaven-tier divine weapons that had responded by floating, they were all relatively compatible with Meng Chuan, all being horizontal sabers. Other types of Heaven-tier sabers, like heavy sabers or flexible sabers, would not have responded to Meng Chuan's Saber Soul at all.

The first one was entirely black, its blade emanating a dark aura that suppressed its surroundings, yet it looked the most ordinary. The second was a silver-white long saber, radiating terrifying coldness that permeated the area, making Meng Chuan feel bone-chillingly cold. The third had a blood-red blade, emanating a chilling aura of bloody sin. The other divine weapons nearby kept the furthest distance from it, unwilling to approach.

Meng Chuan extended a finger, and a wisp of true essence flew out, merging into the black long saber. He vaguely saw a blind old man wielding this black long saber. In the darkness, with a single flash of the blade, an enemy was slain.

'This saber excels at sneak attacks and can affect space to make the draw speed extremely fast, and it's incredibly sharp,' Meng Chuan understood slightly. 'It's quite suitable for me.' Faster draw speed and sharpness were enough to make a saber good.

'As for this second divine weapon,' Meng Chuan infused another wisp of true essence into the silver-white long saber. He immediately felt the terrifying cold aura contained within. With true essence activation, this cold aura could become even stronger. 'With a single strike, it can freeze everything around. When I fight an enemy, I could freeze them first then slay them. That's somewhat useful... however, my own divine body isn't skilled in ice abilities, so I'd only be utilizing the weapon's inherent power. As I continuously nurture this divine weapon in the future, its freezing ability might actually weaken.'

Through his perception, he also 'saw' fragmented memories contained within the divine weapon. It was a scene of a silver-haired man wielding the silver-white long saber, with a single strike, freezing everything around.

'It's a good saber, but not ideally suited for me,' Meng Chuan then looked at the third saber. That blood-red long saber, emitting an aura of bloody sin, felt evil just by looking at it. A wisp of true essence merged into it.

'Kill, kill, kill.'

Meng Chuan saw a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; countless people had died beneath this blade! Many Godfiends had been slain by this saber! This saber could absorb blood and flesh, making it increasingly powerful! It was incredibly sharp! It could even absorb malevolent qi from various resentments and sins. With a single strike, malevolent qi would assault all directions, stunning enemies' consciousnesses and leaving them helpless, then they would be instantly slain! Even incredibly powerful foes were cut in two with a single blow! Their flesh and blood were entirely absorbed, becoming nourishment for the saber. Even the unwillingness and resentment at the moment of death would be absorbed.

'What a truly evil saber, utterly malicious,' Meng Chuan stared at the blood-red long saber. 'But its power is the strongest, and it grows very quickly. However, this saber... will backfire on its master!'

Indeed. In the residual memories sensed from the blood-red long saber, Meng Chuan discovered that some of the Godfiends who had wielded it managed to remain conscious, while others were completely controlled by the saber! They became saber slaves, knowing nothing but slaughter.

'Which one should I choose?' Meng Chuan looked at the blood-red long saber, then at the black long saber. As for the silver-white long saber, he had discarded it.

'One is more unassuming and quite suitable for me. The other is more evil, but more powerful.' Meng Chuan hesitated for a moment, then made his decision, directly reaching out and grasping the blood-red long saber.

The moment he grasped it, the blood-red long saber immediately let out a saber cry, its sound echoing throughout the entire cavern. The other eleven suspended divine weapons also fell, sinking back into silence. These divine weapons understood very well that this Yuanchu Mountain disciple had chosen that evil saber.

'Buzzing.' The blood-red long saber's dense malevolent aura of sin surged towards Meng Chuan's consciousness, attempting to influence him.

'Hmph.' Meng Chuan didn't even need to rely on his Primordial Spirit power to suppress it; his Saber Soul's will completely quelled the malevolent aura. Having spent eleven years cultivating on the mountain, Meng Chuan had never given up on tempering his inner will, which was not something an evil saber, weakened by countless years, could control.

'Lord Meng Chuan,' the white-haired old woman outside the Divine Weapon Caverns greeted Meng Chuan with a smile as he emerged. But when she saw the blood-red long saber in his hand, her expression changed. 'Lord Meng Chuan, why did you choose this evil saber? It's too malevolent! Yuanchu Mountain allows disciples to choose another divine weapon if they abandon an evil one from the cavern.'

'Is it very evil?' Meng Chuan looked at the blood-red long saber in his hand. 'Since it's kept in the Divine Weapon Caverns, it should be allowed for us to choose, right?'

'It has been in the Divine Weapon Caverns for over two thousand six hundred years, unable to absorb flesh and blood or the malevolent qi of sin for a long time, so it has weakened significantly,' the white-haired old woman explained. 'Historically, its previous masters all believed they could control it. Later, many were backfired upon and controlled by it instead. Lord Meng Chuan, please wait here. I will bring you its records to read.'

'Alright,' Meng Chuan waited in place. After each disciple selected a divine weapon, Yuanchu Mountain would provide them with its corresponding records.

A moment later, the white-haired old woman returned, carrying a volume of records, which she respectfully handed to Meng Chuan. 'Lord Meng Chuan, please read these. After you've finished, you can decide whether you wish to continue using it.'

Meng Chuan plunged the blood-red long saber into the ground beside him and picked up the records to read.

This blood-red long saber had many names throughout history: 'Demonheart Saber,' 'Slaughter Calamity,' 'Boundless Oblivion'... It had instigated numerous disasters. In those times, there was no demon invasion; humanity was embroiled in internal strife. This saber had participated in great massacres during the wars between several major dynasties! It had engaged in slaughter during sectarian conflicts, killing countless mortal and Godfiend lives. Yuanchu Mountain also disliked this saber, yet they believed that a saber was ultimately a weapon! The act of slaughter was determined by its wielder, which was why this evil saber had been preserved.

The more this saber consumed, the stronger it would gradually become, requiring an increasingly strong will and a high level of Primordial Spirit from its wielder. When this saber reached its peak, a third-level Primordial Spirit was required to resist its backlash.

'Currently, it is very weak; a first-level Primordial Spirit can easily suppress it,' Meng Chuan concluded after reading the records. He felt confident in controlling it. If it approached his limit of endurance, he would rather switch sabers than allow it to continue growing! He would only resume using it once his Primordial Spirit realm was sufficient to suppress it.

'This is the one.'

Meng Chuan looked at the saber. 'In the past, it drank much human blood. From this day forward, I will use it to slay demons! Let it drink demon blood, feast on demon flesh, and slaughter all demons. Its name, from now on, shall be... Demon Slayer!'

The white-haired old woman could feel the intense killing intent contained within Lord Meng Chuan's calm voice.

'Yes,' the white-haired old woman said respectfully. 'Lord Meng Chuan, please wait a moment. A scabbard will be prepared for you shortly.'

'Alright,' Meng Chuan picked up the long saber and examined it carefully. From this day forward, this saber would likely accompany him throughout his life in battle.