Heavenly God Weapon.

Its importance doesn't lie in the weapon itself.

A mere weapon, no matter how sharp or wondrous, is just an external object, not worthy of being sought after by countless martial artists for countless years.

The most important aspect of a Heavenly God Weapon is that it represents a legacy.

A legacy that originated from a former Heavenly, and has been annotated and supplemented by generations of brilliant masters, enduring through long years, with immeasurable value.

Be it martial arts or anything else.

There's no need to idolize the past or belittle the present, as both have their unique merits.

But a legacy that spans from ancient times to the present, supplemented and annotated by generations of geniuses, and has experienced numerous evolutions in martial arts, its significance is naturally incomparable to a simple weapon.

Those with divine pulses, like Hongri Fawang (Red Sun Dharma King), have divine weapons like finger rings that contain a Da Ri Shen Gang (Great Sun Divine Qi), which is both a divine weapon and a martial art.

Cao Tiangang's Indestructible Divine Qi, Ji Chonghua's Dragon Slaying Saber Technique, Yang Ling's Seven Kill Saber, Mu Qingfeng's Taibai Sword Technique, and Yan Kuangtu's Dapeng Wang Quan (Roc King Fist) are all similar.

Melding the weapon into the body, deifying the weapon, merging it with spirituality, and being driven by the divine, that is a true divine weapon.

It is both a divine weapon and a martial art.

Therefore, divine pulses are essentially flawless to ordinary people.

Because no attack can be faster than their divine thought.

And Heavenly God Weapons are a step further than the divine weapons of divine pulses. If the latter only contain one or several martial arts, Heavenly God Weapons contain the essence of that former Heavenly, all their martial arts.

They are almost equivalent to the incarnation of that former Heavenly.

Therefore, anyone compatible with a divine weapon, regardless of their martial arts foundation, can advance by leaps and bounds after obtaining the weapon.

They can fully accept all the martial arts experience, combat techniques, and understanding of the world from a Heavenly and generations of weapon masters.

Even a waste can leap to become a top expert in the world.

Therefore, forcibly refining a divine weapon is tantamount to using one's own divine will to resist the spirit of past weapon masters.

It is almost impossible.

Thus, even facing this Dragon King Armor that had been suppressed and refined for two hundred years, An Qisheng dared not be careless.

Roar~

As a ripple arose in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, he seemed to hear an incomparably unruly and unrestrained dragon's roar.

This dragon's roar directly exploded in his heart.

Although only he could hear it, the immense power it contained seemed even more intense than the roar of the crimson-gold divine dragon soaring in the thunderclouds above Fengdu Wangcheng (Fengdu King City).

Even An Qisheng's peaceful sea of consciousness couldn't help but ripple slightly.

This dragon's roar contained an incomparably powerful divine will, seemingly enraged by his prying.

"A weapon to this extent is already close to divine..."

An Qisheng sat steadily, listening to the fierce dragon's roar, sighing softly, and then closed his eyes.

Buzz~~~

Divine will surged like a tide.

An Qisheng's mind was calm, still probing forward, allowing the mountainous and oceanic dragon's roar to engulf him.

Boom!

It was as if thunder exploded in his sea of consciousness.

In a daze, the world transformed.

An Qisheng sensed slightly and saw that the surrounding waves were rolling and spreading boundlessly for tens of thousands of miles. The sea seemed to reach the sky, connecting with the azure sky.

And between the sea and sky, a mountain rose from the ground, its height unknown, reaching straight into the clouds, seemingly connecting the sky and sea.

"Three thousand miles of the Hedong (East of the River) is like the sea, five thousand Ren (ancient unit of measurement) of Yue (mountain) scrape the sky."

An Qisheng stood on the water, unafraid, but instead clapped his hands and sighed, marveling at the sight.

The Dragon King Armor naturally couldn't contain such a vast world. This world was transformed by the Dragon King Armor's divine will, representing the understanding of past Dragon King Armor masters.

This was the most real spiritual world he had ever seen.

The sea breeze, the seawater, the sky, the clouds, and even the fish swimming in the water and the birds flying in the sky were all incredibly real. With his divine sense, he couldn't distinguish them from external objects.

It wasn't that his divine will wasn't strong enough, but that everything here was no different from the outside world.

Compared to this, the tavern guests evolved by the old monk of Zhuanlun Temple were worlds apart.

The boundless sea and the endless sky were the will of the Dragon King Armor.

And that incredibly abrupt mountain between the sea and sky was the manifestation of the two hundred years of refining by Da Feng in the Dragon King Armor's spiritual world.

He could sense that this mountain was about to collapse.

Because a crimson-gold divine dragon was currently coiled above the mountain, its claws and teeth moving, wanting to overturn the mountain.

Roar~~~

As An Qisheng entered it.

The true dragon coiled above the mountain suddenly let out a shocking roar.

The power of this roar was indescribable.

Following its roar, the endless sky suddenly rose with ink, instantly spreading endlessly, covering the sky and the sun!

And the boundless ocean surged with monstrous waves.

It seemed as if tens of millions of tornadoes erupted simultaneously, carrying hundreds of millions of tons of seawater into the sky, and then falling from the sky, like streams of heavenly rivers pouring down, as if to submerge everything.

This was the Dragon King Armor's home ground.

This divine will dragon was like the creator of this spiritual world, every move was almost heavenly, and its power was endless!

Wanting to subdue this dragon was tantamount to destroying the world.

"No wonder throughout history, there have only been examples of divine weapons choosing their masters, and no examples of successfully subduing divine weapons..."

An Qisheng looked at the divine dragon writhing and winding in the sea of clouds, and sighed softly:

"No wonder the cultivation speed of past weapon masters was beyond ordinary people's imagination. With such a sparring partner, they really can't be called greenhouse flowers..."

The most complete and suitable inheritance in the world, and an almost invincible, seemingly eternally unbeatable opponent who can spar at all times.

This kind of treatment, no wonder countless people throughout history are envious of it.

After all, not everyone can be like him, confronting experts from all over the world in his dreams at any time.

Rumble!

Ten thousand streams of tornado rivers flowed down, tens of millions of tons of seawater smashed down, its power was more terrifying than any martial art.

And in fact, this was indeed a martial art.

The Dragon King Dao's Nine Heavens Dragon's Roar!

"For me now, it's quite useful..."

An Qisheng stood on the seawater, his arms outstretched, allowing the world-destroying waves to crash down:

"The day I subdue this dragon will be the day my Dao is accomplished!"

The faint voice drifted between the sea and sky, seemingly inaudible amidst the dragon's roar, thunder, and roaring waves, but it showed an indelible sense of existence.

The divine will and martial arts of a Heavenly and past weapon masters.

All of them are extremely useful to him.

As the voice drifted.

Beneath the crashing waves that resembled heavenly rivers, a Taiji diagram woven with the purest divine will of black and white rose slowly.

Like smoke, like a curtain, it also seemed like the horizon slowly rising.

Facing the crashing waves, and facing the roaring, palm-probing from the clouds, the infinitely powerful crimson-gold divine dragon!

Rumble!

.........

Under the night sky, seven red moons illuminate the world.

In the faint red light of Wangquan (Royal Authority) Mountain, only a few lights are lit. At the Wenxin (Inquiring Heart) Hall at the foot of the mountain, however, the lights are brightly lit, and hundreds or thousands of people are studying hard in the houses.

There are many things that martial artists hate, and one of the universally recognized ones is reading.

The first hurdle to joining the Wangquan Dao was actually to read the Daoist scriptures within three years, which was something many people hadn't expected.

This was also the reason why, more than two years since the Wangquan Dao was founded, the Wenxin Hall only had a little over a thousand people.

Not everyone wants to be a Daoist, and not everyone loves to read.

Moreover, the Daoist scriptures of the Wangquan Dao are more numerous than imagined, including not only the well-known ones, but also many that have never been heard of before.

Reading them all within three years is itself an extremely rigorous test.

Well-developed limbs don't mean a well-developed mind.

Neigh~

A fine horse neighed.

Yun Dongliu dismounted and looked at Wangquan Mountain not far away, turning his head and smiling: "Little brats, we're home."

While smiling, Yun Dongliu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he was taking Liu Ming to accompany Sun En to the Wanlong (Ten Thousand Dragons) Mountain in Zhongzhou (Central Province) to pay respects to his master's sect. Who would have thought that along the way, there would be bandits and experts from the Six Prison Demon Sect? He was seriously injured several times.

Even now, his injuries haven't fully healed.

Even so, there was a time when he lost these two little guys.

He searched for a year before finally finding the two juniors who had strayed into the martial world.

Fortunately, they finally arrived. The rest would be a headache for the Daoist priest.

"Wangquan Mountain..."

Riding a black horse, Sun En, who looked much sturdier, gazed at Wangquan Mountain in the night sky. Sensing something, his body trembled.

A hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Running all the way, I'm exhausted, the Wenxin Hall's lights are still on, why don't we find something to eat first?"

Liu Ming, who had grown a head of short hair, stretched lazily on horseback:

"Uncle Yun, it's really great to roam the martial world with you. Shall we go out again next year?"

"You little rascal!"

Yun Dongliu scolded with a smile, completely ignoring the topic.

Compared to Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao's obedience in the past, these two little guys were simply troublemakers.

Especially Liu Ming, all the chaos along the way was caused by him. During the year he strayed into the martial world, he thrived in the Beggar Sect's branch, and a large number of beggars decades older than him called him brothers.

If it weren't for the Wangquan Daoist's deterrence, he might not have been able to bring him back this time.

Sun En was a little better than him, but not by much.

This little guy, who was only ten years old this year, was usually silent, but went crazy when he saw people from the Six Prison Demon Sect, and was injured several times along the way.

"It's too boring on the mountain."

Liu Ming muttered softly.

After two years, Liu Ming had also grown a lot, and he increasingly liked the days in the martial world where he could seek revenge, eat meat in large chunks, drink wine in large bowls, and be with a group of brothers.

At this time, he didn't want to return to the mountain.

"What did you say?"

Yun Dongliu glared, scaring the latter into shaking his head and waving his hands.

At this moment, Sun En, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:

"Uncle Yun, please tell Daoist Grandpa that I won't be returning to the mountain..."

As the words left his mouth, Sun En's body relaxed, as if he had let go of a huge weight in his heart.

"The Six Prison Demon Sect has long been hidden and doesn't come out. Not to mention you can't find them, even if you do, you can't take revenge with your strength."

Yun Dongliu sighed:

"Even if you want to take revenge, you should return to the mountain, learn martial arts for a few years, and then go. At the very least, you should say goodbye to your Daoist Grandpa..."

He could never be stern with this little guy who carried a deep blood feud.

"I..."

Sun En pursed his lips, hesitating slightly.

But feeling the Dragon Sparrow Saber in his mind constantly urging him, he steeled his heart.

"Please trouble Uncle Yun to tell Daoist Grandpa..."

Sun En's body swayed, and he had already darted into the night:

"After I take revenge, I'll come back to see him!"

Yun Dongliu's expression changed, his body swayed, and he crossed ten Zhang (unit of length) in a flash, reaching out to grab, but he grabbed empty air.

"Flying Dragon Treading Sparrow Skill?"

Yun Dongliu's heart trembled, feeling a little unbelievable.

This boy, who only had a weak foundation two years ago, had actually learned the Dragon Sparrow Gate's top-tier lightness skill, the Flying Dragon Treading Sparrow Skill?

"Cough!"

He wanted to chase, but a sharp pain came from his internal organs. He staggered, and Sun En seemed to have already disappeared into the night.

"This..."

Yun Dongliu smiled bitterly, not expecting that the little guy would slip away at the last moment.

"Ah!"

Liu Ming secretly wanted to sneak away, but Yun Dongliu grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, causing him to shout, "It hurts, it hurts, Uncle Yun, it hurts..."

"You want to run too?"

Yun Dongliu glared, and with a force of his hand, he pinched the little guy, causing him to yell loudly.

"Uncle Yun, look, there's someone over there, they seem to be coming down from the mountain, could they be a thief?"

Suddenly, Liu Ming pointed into the distance and shouted.

His voice was quite loud, not only scaring Yun Dongliu.

Li Ling, who had just escaped from the mountain, was even more frightened.