These Supreme Emperor Weapons retained extraordinary spiritual awareness even after shattering. Only those fated to possess them could earn their recognition.
There was another way: a cultivator with overwhelming strength could forcibly refine a Supreme Emperor Weapon.
But anyone capable of that would possess at least the strength of a Great Emperor. They could forge a Supreme Emperor Weapon themselves, so there was no reason to do such thankless work—unless they wanted to melt down damaged Supreme Emperor Weapons and use their materials to forge a new one.
The Myna bird had not expected Fang Chen to start hacking at the Ancient Cauldron with a sword.
Fang Chen replied at once, "I'm just testing this Ancient Cauldron!"
Even now, the Myna bird knew nothing of the Floating Immortal Sword's secret. It had no idea Fang Chen was hacking away so enthusiastically because every strike brought him a surge of powerful energy. That rush of growing strength was far faster than cultivating on his own.
But after Fang Chen had hacked at it for the time it took an incense stick to burn, he found that the energy flowing back to him through the Floating Immortal Sword had begun to dwindle.
Fang Chen frowned slightly. He knew the energy contained in the Ancient Cauldron was nearly exhausted. Nothing could supply him with energy through the Floating Immortal Sword forever. Like a person, it had only so much blood to lose.
Fang Chen stopped and placed his hand on the Ancient Cauldron.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
A strange pulse of energy immediately came from the Ancient Cauldron.
The pulse battered Fang Chen's body, but he felt no discomfort.
Fang Chen tried to send his Spiritual Sense into the Ancient Cauldron, only to find that it could not penetrate its interior at all.
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