Nine ancient objects were scoured by the power of time. Countless figures of people who had once come into contact with them flashed past at breakneck speed, then fell silent.
Old Turtle poked his head out at the sound and asked, "What's unusual about the fish fork? It looks perfectly ordinary."
Chen Xuan answered in a muffled voice, "Everyone who used this fish fork was a fisherman, generation after generation. Not a single one was a cultivator."
He studied the figures flowing across the fish fork's surface amid the passage of time. Every one of them was an old fisherman with a bamboo hat on his back.
Snow swirled thickly, the north wind howled, and a lone figure sat at the bow with a fish fork in hand and a resolute gaze. Each possessed a wild, untamed air...
Old Turtle said in bewilderment, "Of course fishermen use fish forks. Would cultivators use one as a weapon for magical combat? Surely it hasn't come to such a shabby state?"
"..."
Chen Xuan fell silent at that. In truth, he found the fish fork quite handy.
"Clang!"
He lightly flicked the fish fork's sharp edge, producing a clear, ringing sound—a strange metallic note he had never heard before. Its toughness and strength far surpassed ordinary iron.
This was a rare divine weapon, one that could almost completely withstand the flames of the mortal world.
Old Turtle said, "Part of this fish fork's material has developed a spirit and transformed into strange metal. It can be used as material for refining a Root Bone treasure."
He pointed at the other eight ancient objects, each of which had undergone varying degrees of mutation, and said, "When you have time, find a fire official at the Dao Repository Realm and melt them down. Exchange their