Chapter 1296
Such a Magical Weapon
Chapter 1296 Such a Magical Weapon
A cultivator's understanding of meteorites is naturally not as precise as the instruments on the Noah's Ark, which can accurately analyze the various elemental compositions and precise numerical values of the matter.
The most common and widespread method is like Lin Fan reforging the Broken Sky Sword with Xuanjing Meteorite Iron. Spiritual power is used to accelerate the melting process, and the sword is reshaped into its original form amidst the flames.
Lin Fan suddenly had a strange association: the process of solid-to-liquid transformation might be another form of molecular dissociation.
In this world of cultivation filled with spiritual energy and magic, similar molecular changes are always hidden in various refining processes, such as the smelting of medicinal herbs and the smelting of ores...
Just as the Lanxing people in the Middle Ages called complex chemical reactions "alchemy," the processes of changing the shape of matter in the cultivation world also have their own logical framework.
It's just that different civilizations are describing the same microscopic changes in their own languages.
Meteorites are usually quite dense. After being refined, fused with other materials, and then reshaped into weapons, their sharpness far surpasses that of native minerals in the world of Perlan.
The sword's edge slices through rock and iron as easily as cutting tofu, and cleaves through rotten wood as easily as slicing through rotten wood.
Even magical artifacts like the Array Disc, which are not originally designed for killing, can unleash devastating force when forged with meteorite iron. Wherever they go, people and horses are thrown into chaos, leaving a trail of destruction.
What's even more amazing is that if it is refined into a weapon, it can form an indestructible barrier, enough to withstand all the divine weapons in the world.
But what people crave is far more than just a sharp weapon that can cut through iron like mud.
When meteorites exhibit such unimaginable enhancements during forging, it further convinced them that the distant outer world must hold even greater power and more magnificent mysteries.
There might be countless rare and precious materials there that could amplify the power of magical artifacts, or even more extraordinary secret techniques and cultivation methods...
The yearning for the unknown, like the seeds of a vine, takes deep root in everyone's heart, sprouting and growing.
Desire is like a leaf that has not yet sprouted; even they themselves cannot explain or articulate what they want.
Perhaps it was an obsession with indestructible divine weapons, or perhaps it was a greed for the power of slaughter...
All of these factors have driven up the already scarce meteorite refining materials to astronomical prices on the market, triggering countless chaotic scrambles.
Countless cultivators poured their hearts and souls into forging it, attempting to decipher the deeper power and mysteries contained within the meteorite.
Finally, on a certain twilight when the blood-red sunset dyed the furnace red, a long sword carrying an ominous aura appeared out of nowhere.
This sword, besides inheriting the sharpness of the meteorite weapon, also possesses a chilling and unpredictable quality—
Once the skin is cut by a sword blade, the wound is as if it is being gnawed by an invisible force, bleeding incessantly and refusing to heal. No matter how many miraculous medicines you have, or how skilled a doctor you are, you are helpless.
What appeared to be a faint bloodstain, a trivial injury, became the cause of death.
Over time, the sword's original name was forgotten in the shadow of fear, leaving only an ominous name of unknown origin yet perfectly fitting – "Death Prophecy".
“A curse?” Antonio scoffed. “It’s just a meteorite containing radiation and toxins that has been forged into a weapon.”
He crossed his arms, tapping his arms rhythmically with his fingertips, his tone both impatient and certain.
"Because the content is low, there is no problem with carrying and using it normally. But once the skin is broken, those invisible and colorless things will burrow into the flesh through the wound. You can't detect the existence of these things, and by the time you realize something is wrong, your internal organs have already been corroded, and it will be too late to save you."
Not all meteorites carry harmful radiation. Most meteorites are simply gifts from outer space.
But in the eyes of those fanatics driven by their obsession, only weapons with radiating force can be considered true "divine weapons"—
Those obsessed with the mysteries of the outer realms firmly believe that it is a concrete manifestation of celestial power. Holding such a weapon is as if one can touch the laws beyond the heavens.
Those who are bloodthirsty and belligerent prefer to use it to build a bloody reputation. After all, the curse of "death to all who are afflicted" is far more intimidating than mere martial prowess. Unfortunately, such magical artifacts bearing the mark of "curse" are extremely rare due to the scarcity of materials and the high difficulty of refining them.
However, its unpredictable nature attracted endless bloodshed. Finally, amidst repeated bloody battles, it gradually disappeared.
The sudden disappearance of the "divine weapon" was like a bucket of ice water poured on the hearts of the fanatics who had just touched the "gateway to the outside world," but it failed to extinguish the flames in their hearts. Instead, it fueled an even more scorching anxiety.
The scarcity of meteorites was like an insurmountable barrier, and everyone believed that the accidental acquisition of divine weapons was due to unstable forging techniques. Thus, the path to breaking through the boundaries by exploring the mysteries of meteorites was plunged into a long period of stagnation.
Countless cultivators have spent their lives studying scriptures, yet they have always remained stuck in the same place. After a hundred years or so, their desires are gradually worn away by a dull despair.
Until one day, a rare spiritual root that existed only in ancient book fragments suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt that split the chaos.
The stalemate has started running again.
"What kind of spiritual root is so powerful?" Antonio raised an eyebrow and asked. "That it can actually stir up the political situation in the cultivation world?"
“Void Spirit Root,” Lin Yuan blurted out.
As soon as he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that Lin Fan and Le Zhengyuanqing's gazes suddenly fell on his face.
A subtle hint of reminiscence flickered in their eyes, as if they were chewing on a name sealed away by time, carrying a complex sense of melancholy.
Lin Yuan's heart stirred slightly: "What? You also know someone with the Void Spirit Root?"
"I know him." Lin Fan blinked, and the kind face of Old Qian appeared in his mind, only to be replaced by a wrinkled, pale face. His eyes were closed, and his whole body was submerged in the living water, lifeless.
Chaos Pearl!
She must find the Chaos Pearl to prolong Old Qian's life!
"How come I don't know him?" Antonio tilted his head, glancing blankly at Lin Fan and the other man, his tone tinged with a sense of being excluded. "Who is this Old Qian? He sounds like a formidable figure."
He's quite familiar with both the Special Affairs Bureau and 800, so how come it seems like I've never seen this person before?
Lin Fan snapped out of his anxious thoughts, calmly concealing the urgency in his eyes, and recounted in a flat tone how Old Qian had almost sucked the Gro spaceship into a black hole outside Lanxing, forcing them to cut off their tail and flee in panic.
Antonio then remembered.
He knew there was such a formidable figure, but at that time the war was intense and he was focused on Lin Fan, so he didn't investigate his name in detail.
"Oh, then I know him." He nodded emphatically, and seeing that Lin Fan stopped there and didn't mention the aftermath of Qian Lao's injury, he understood and didn't ask any further questions.
Undeterred by Yue Zhengyuan's gaze, he praised, "He is indeed powerful, even more so than Senior Brother, isn't he?"
Le Zhengyuanqing ignored his little scheme.
That acquiescing attitude, when seen by Lin Yuan, filled him with utter horror...
“Since you know such powerful figures, I probably don’t need to go into details.” Lin Yuan composed himself and changed the subject. “That Void Spirit Root was meticulously nurtured with exorbitant resources, and finally, after reaching the Great Ascension stage, it tore open a spatial passage under the watchful eyes of everyone.”
Lin Fan guessed a possibility from Lin Yuan's increasingly serious statement.
Cheng Kong previously said that the ancient world destruction was caused by cultivators themselves?
The book also records that it was a natural disaster.
Could it be... that some strange spatial black hole was opened, attracting something extraordinary?