62: A parting gift: one ultimate imperial weapon for each person

"Local specialty?"

The five Disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

What kind of local specialty could we possibly have in this impoverished Fallen Mountain Range?

Those few malnourished dried radishes behind the mountain?

Or the eggs Flowery laid that make you breathe fire if you eat them?

Li Daoxuan looked at the Disciples' "don't try to fool me" expressions, but he didn't get angry.

He just smiled mysteriously and slowly raised his right hand.

"Watch closely."

"Don't blink."

As his voice fell.

"Buzz—"

The space inside the main hall suddenly rippled with a visible wave.

Immediately after.

Under the astonished gaze of the five Disciples.

Divine Weapons and Sharp Weapons, one after another, emanating terrifying auras and shimmering with light, appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall, piling up into a small mountain, as common as free cabbages.

"Rumble!"

The aura leaking from these weapons alone caused the entire hall to tremble violently.

The pillars crafted from "ten-thousand-year soul nurturing wood" let out groans, unable to bear the weight.

The enlightenment stone floor tiles paved on the square were even pressed down, forming fine, dense cracks.

"This... this is..."

Xiao Chen widened his eyes, staring intently at a sword resting atop the pile of weapons.

It was an ancient longsword, completely black, with its blade wreathed in blood-red Killing Intent.

It just floated there quietly, yet it seemed to be the Origin of all slaughter, causing the Soul of Xiao Chen, a Sword Cultivator, to tremble, giving him an impulse to kneel and worship.

"Ma... Revered Master... this sword..."

Xiao Chen's voice was unsteady.

"Oh, this one."

Li Daoxuan casually beckoned, and the sword let out a clear Dragon roar, automatically flying into his hand.

"This is the upgraded version of your previous 'fruit knife'."

"Last time, yours was scrap iron. This time... well, it's slightly better; it's refined steel."

Li Daoxuan handed the sword to Xiao Chen, his tone as casual as if he were passing a poker stick.

"Take it. Stop using that broken knife; it's embarrassing."

Xiao Chen received the sword with trembling hands.

It was ice-cold to the touch.

Yet, it felt as though he were grasping a burning inferno.

On the sword hilt, two ancient characters inscribed in Primordial Divine Script were branded onto his palm—

Immortal SLAYING!

"Gulp."

Xiao Chen swallowed with difficulty, feeling his legs turn a bit weak.

This... is this refined steel?!

This is clearly the supreme ominous weapon rumored to be able to strike down even Immortals—the immortal slaying sword!

Revered Master calls this... slightly better?

However.

This was only the beginning.

Li Daoxuan walked up to the pile of "junk" and began his "wholesale business."

"Shi Tian."

"All you know how to do is eat, your mouth never stops all day long."

"This pot is for you."

Li Daoxuan kicked a pitch-black object beside his foot that looked like a large iron pot.

The pot was covered in dense Devilish Runes, and the rim was wreathed in black Qi that seemed to devour everything.

"If you want to eat something later, just throw the person directly inside. It even saves firewood."

Shi Tian looked at the pot, his eyes shining.

He could sense that the pot contained terrifying Devouring Power.

On the lid of the pot, two ancient characters faintly appeared—

TUNTIAN!

That is the supreme Devil Jar rumored to have been forged throughout the life of Empress Ruthless! It can devour the Origin of all things in heaven and earth!

Yet, according to Revered Master, it has become a pot... for stewing meat?

"Ye Fan."

Li Daoxuan rummaged through the pile of "scrap" and pulled out a small bronze tripod that looked like it was made of bronze.

The body of the tripod was covered in rust spots and even had some verdigris.

"You're thick-skinned and muscular, best suited for heavy labor."

"This tripod is quite heavy. If you run into anyone who doesn't know their place, don't waste words; just smash them with this."

"Remember, aim for the head. Don't miss."

Ye Fan took the small tripod.

The moment it touched his hand, a terrifying weight, heavy as a galaxy, almost crushed him.

On the inner wall of the tripod, a line of ancient characters slowly surfaced—

myriad things mother qi cauldron!

Ye Fan sucked in a cold breath.

This is the Root of Heaven and Earth's Primeval Yellow, born when the world first opened, and the supreme Immortal Material used to forge extreme dao imperial weapons!

Now... it's a brick?

"Yanran."

Li Daoxuan then picked up an extremely exaggerated, giant black scythe taller than a person and handed it to Leng Yanran.

The scythe was wreathed in dense Death Law, seemingly capable of harvesting the Soul of every living being in the world.

"Your Killing Intent is too heavy; this item suits you well."

"If you see someone you dislike later, just give them a swing of the scythe. I guarantee it will make their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, without even a chance for reincarnation."

Leng Yanran grasped the scythe, and the cold sensation made her groan comfortably.

The death gods scythe, the Companion Imperial Weapon of the Netherworld's Dominator!

"Su Mo."

Finally, Li Daoxuan picked up a black banner fluttering in the wind and tossed it to Su Mo, the youngest.

The banner was embroidered with patterns of thousands of Devil Gods roaring, and faint sounds of ghosts weeping and gods wailing emanated from it.

"Your Devilish Qi is too impure. This banner can help you sort out your Devilish Qi, and incidentally, summon some minions to serve as cannon fodder for you."

The ten thousand souls banner, forged by an Ancient Devil Venerable using one hundred thousand Living Souls, possesses terrifying might!

...For a moment.

Inside the great hall, treasure light soared into the sky, and Emperors Might surged!

The Killing Qi of the immortal slaying sword!

The Devouring Power of the swallowing heaven demon jar!

The Suppressing Might of the myriad things mother qi cauldron!

The Annihilation Law of the death gods scythe!

The monstrous Devilish Qi of the ten thousand souls banner!

The auras of the five extreme dao imperial weapons interwoven, forming a terrifying storm capable of changing the color of the sky and earth and extinguishing the light of the sun and moon!

"Rumble!"

The Hidden God Sect's freshly repaired Mountain-Protecting Formation wailed again under this pressure, unable to bear the strain.

Above the sky, winds and clouds swirled backward, accompanied by lightning and thunder!

This was the phenomenon of Imperial Weapons reviving!

Throughout the entire Eastern Wasteland, all Cultivators whose cultivation had reached the Golden Core Stage or above felt a sensation at this moment, simultaneously looking up toward the Fallen Mountain Range, their eyes filled with terror and shock.

"Heavens! What is that?!"

"It's the aura of extreme dao imperial weapons! And there's more than one!"

"Five items! A full five! Heavens! What exactly is the Hidden God Sect? Did they dig up the tomb of some Great Emperor?!"

Meanwhile, the five Disciples at the center of the storm were completely dumbfounded.

Clutching the supreme treasures in their hands—items capable of driving the entire Cultivation World mad—they were all stunned, their minds blank.

extreme dao imperial weapons.

Those are weapons that only Great Emperors are rumored to possess!

In the entire Eastern Wasteland, not even a shadow of one has been seen for tens of thousands of years.

But now.

Their Revered Master was acting like an old man handing out flyers on the street.

One item per person?

And they were even custom-made?!

This extravagance... can no longer be described as merely "tyrannical."

This was simply inhumanly rich!

"Ma... Revered Master..."

Xiao Chen held the immortal slaying sword, which was still humming, his voice trembling, feeling like he was about to faint from happiness.

"This... this is too valuable..."

"Disciple... Disciple feels unworthy to receive it!"

Shi Tian, hugging the swallowing heaven demon jar, was practically drooling—not because he wanted to eat, but out of sheer terror.

"That's right, Revered Master. Is this... is this really for us? You aren't just renting them out, are you?"

Li Daoxuan looked at his Disciples, who clearly hadn't seen the world, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Look at how easily impressed you are."

"They're just a few pieces of scrap metal, that's all. Look how excited you are."

"These are all old things that I discarded years ago. They were just taking up space, so they're perfect for you to take for self-defense."

"Put them away properly, and don't lose them."

"If I find out that any of you used an Imperial Weapon to bully a Qi Refining Stage kid..."

Li Daoxuan paused and showed a kind smile.

"I will break your legs."

The five Disciples shuddered and quickly stuffed the Imperial Weapons into their robes, terrified that Revered Master might take them back.

They looked at Li Daoxuan's calm expression, which suggested, "I'm just clearing out inventory."

A ridiculous yet undeniable thought simultaneously arose in their hearts.

"Just how many treasures does Revered Master... actually have?"

"He hands out Imperial Weapons like they're trash..."

"Then what Heaven-Defying existence must the items he uses himself be?"

"I dare not think about it, truly, I dare not..."

Li Daoxuan looked at his Disciples' excited yet awed gazes and nodded in satisfaction.

Very good.

The equipment has been distributed.

Next, it was time for the final "pre-war mobilization."

He cleared his throat, and his expression turned serious.

"Now that you have your items, all of you, cheer up for me."

"This trip to Central State is not like playing house in the Eastern Wasteland."

"When traveling outside, I will teach you a few final life-saving mantras."