Lin Bai walked forward, breathing in the pungent iron stench that filled the world. There was no soil left beneath his feet. The ground had become a surface formed from piles of weapons cast entirely from steel. Even the several mountains towering into the clouds in the distance were made completely of weapons—swords, blades, spears, hammers, and so on. Every weapon that could be found in the world was here.
Beneath the Sea of Weapons lay countless intricate underground passages, dug out by martial artists who had come here to search for treasures in years past. As he walked through the Sea of Weapons, Lin Bai casually picked up a sword blade from the ground, its edge broken after being eroded by the passage of time. Holding it in his hand, he sighed with emotion. These sword blades had all once been at least King Grade Spirit Artifacts, but even they could not withstand the erosion of time. In the end, their spiritual essence had been completely exhausted, leaving them as blades inferior even to ordinary iron.
The Crow and Yue Shuang had both said that a peerless Divine Weapon was buried beneath this Sea of Weapons, submerged somewhere in this boundless ocean of weapons and nowhere to be found. Many people had come here in search of it, but most had left empty-handed.
Walking atop the Sea of Weapons, Lin Bai swept his gaze in every direction, observing the people and objects around him. Without a doubt, the happiest of them all was the Crow. He had always loved money and treasures. Although most of the weapons in the Sea of Weapons had lost their spiritual essence, a few had managed to preserve theirs. If he found one or two, he could sell them for a good price.
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