Weapons were killing tools wielded by martial artists.
On the Barren Ancient Continent, resources were scarce, making even King Grade Spirit Artifacts exceedingly rare. Across the vast Barren Ancient Continent, there were only seventy-two Emperor Artifacts. As for divine artifacts, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, almost impossible to find.
But in the Celestial God Tomb, once a martial artist broke through to the Dao Realm, ordinary King Grade Spirit Artifacts and Emperor Artifacts were no longer suitable. Their power was insufficient. Thus, in the Celestial God Tomb, any Dao Realm martial artist who wanted a weapon that truly suited them had only one choice: a divine weapon!
Even so, the demand for divine weapons within the Celestial God Tomb was incredibly high, and many Dao Realm martial artists did not possess one.
As for weapons above divine weapons, they were Dao Divine Weapons.
"Your last chance!" Chan'er held a shining sword in her hand. With light butterfly steps, she approached Lin Bai, wearing a confident and enchanting smile as she gazed at him.
"I already told you. The divine medicine isn't on me!"
Lin Bai insisted that the divine medicine was not on him. He absolutely would not hand it over.
"All right!"
Chan'er smiled. At once, she shot forward with her sword. The divine weapon was razor-sharp, as though a single thrust could pierce through all things beneath heaven. It struck before Lin Bai, its edge piercing through every defense around him and the five-colored lightning, heading straight for his heart.
That sword was aimed at taking Lin Bai's life!
Lin Bai's expression turned anxious. At that instant, the Devouring Sword Soul within his body began circulating of its own accord, and a domineering devouring force spread outward from within him.
But at that