"Huh? The King Armament Star Sea disappeared?"
But then.
The next moment.
Xiao Chen was dumbfounded.
He sank his awareness into his Sea of Consciousness.
He wanted to search for the King Armament Star Sea.
Yet.
Within his Sea of Consciousness.
There was nothing at all!
"Young friend, may this old tortoise enter the hall?"
Just then, Gui Zhengqi's gentle voice sounded beside Xiao Chen's ear.
With Gui Zhengqi's strength and standing.
There was nowhere in the entire Black Tortoise Mountain Range he could not enter.
But out of respect.
Gui Zhengqi still politely asked permission.
"Please come in!"
Xiao Chen was frustrated and utterly lost, desperately needing someone to clear up his confusion. Gui Zhengqi had come at just the right time.
"Congratulations, young friend. In just three days, you have already... is that the Heaven-Prison... of Ten Thousand Demons?"
Spiritual radiance flashed, and Gui Zhengqi appeared out of thin air before Xiao Chen like a phantom, his blue robes draped over his gaunt, slightly stooped frame. Smiling, he was about to offer praise when he suddenly spotted the black cage hovering above Xiao Chen's palm. He jolted in shock, his expression changing dramatically.
Like Martial Cores.
Since ancient times.
The King Armaments cultivators condensed.
Were not rootless illusions.
They all had origins!
Tracing them to their source.
They were projections of Spiritual Weapons.
Through resonance.
A wisp of true spirit and energy was cast forth.
Thus.
Nearly every King Armament condensed by a cultivator.
Had an original counterpart that could be found in the long river of time!
The higher a divine armament's grade.
The rarer it was.
And the less likely it was to be shared by others.
Those of slightly lower grades.
Could easily resonate with multiple people.
Diluting their kingly power.
Although the cage in