Most martial artists with some ambition and knowledge had heard of Divine Weapons. After all, cultivation was truly arduous. If there was a shortcut, everyone would rather take it. The explosive increase in the number of Ethereal Martial Artists was proof enough—within the Proficient Realm, an Ethereal Martial Artist wielding a firearm could completely defeat any martial artist of the same realm who specialized in combat techniques from ten meters away.
Divine Weapons were powerful cheats passed down since ancient times, and with the Holy Sword Huiyao—an unparalleled divine artifact that could practically let its wielder clear the game instantly—as their figurehead, martial artists naturally flocked to them. But because there were so few Divine Weapons, many had only heard their names and never seen the real things, just like boys who thought every day about how soft a girl's breasts were. In the end, it was all just imagination.
Among those present, Le Yu probably understood Divine Weapons best. The ones he had personally seen alone included the Veil of Discord, the Saint's Relic, the Madness Mask, the Soul-Cleansing Demonic Sword that Yin Yinyin had touched, and the counterfeit Holy Sword Huiyao in the Forest of Myriad Forms. If he shouted, "No one understands Divine Weapons better than I do," there probably weren't many people in the world qualified to refute him.
Le Yu had originally wanted to obtain a list of Divine Weapons from the Huiyao Four Guards, but Junzuo replied that even the Huiyao Four Guards didn't have one.
Although the Huiyao Four Guards was an organization passed down since ancient times, it had been destroyed several times along the way, and its earlier intelligence had long since disappeared. Even the newly investigated information on Divine Weapons was mostly hearsay—for example, there were supposed to be Twelve