Most of the weapons in the Sea of Weapons were abandoned armaments. As for treasures, although there were some, their grades were too low for most people to care about, while those of slightly higher grades had suffered such severe loss of spirituality that finding a treasure here was exceedingly difficult.
The various forces that entered the Sea of Weapons in search of treasures brought every method to bear. Human martial artists used all kinds of positioning compasses and formations, relying on the spiritual aura of the weapons here to determine their general direction before searching slowly. Their various mystical eyes could see through the Ninth Heaven and the Ten Earths. As for the Demon Race, many of them naturally possessed keen noses and mouths, making it easy for them to find traces of treasures here.
Lin Bai, on the other hand, had no formation compass for positioning. Although he had a crow, he could not order it around, so Lin Bai could only use the most primitive method.
Beneath the Sea of Weapons, Lin Bai walked to the end of a passage. Ahead was a wall of weapons blocking the way. Lin Bai did not continue forward. Along the way, he had deliberately watched his surroundings and detected no aura of martial artists, demons, or ghost cultivators. This place should be temporarily safe.
"This should be the place."
Lin Bai sat cross-legged, took out the Demon Sword, and activated it with spiritual power. The Demon Sword floated before him. The next moment, as Lin Bai opened and closed his eyes, the phantom of the Devouring Sword Soul gradually emerged above his head, and an enormous suction force spread outward.
The Devouring Sword Soul slowly clung to the Demon Sword and fused with it completely. In the next instant, Lin