Every weapon had its own will. Even though its original master had long since perished, after spending countless years on the Ten Thousand Weapons Continent, each weapon still retained a trace of instinct.
Taken individually, that trace was indeed exceedingly weak. But when tens of millions of weapons gathered together, their numbers made the force of their resistance utterly terrifying.
This was especially true of the weapons belonging to powerful figures of the Emperor rank, such as the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor and the Foul Celestial Dragon. They retained even more of their instinctive will.
With those few Emperor-rank weapons leading the way, Lu Xiaotian found it increasingly difficult to suppress the chaotic and immeasurably vast aura of resistance.
What tremendous resistance. Lu Xiaotian clicked his tongue inwardly. Although the weapons had been refined one after another and their forms had dissipated, the combined force of countless streams of energy under his pressure was no ordinary terror.
Even Lu Xiaotian, whose Primordial Spirit was immensely powerful, found it difficult to bear for a time. It seemed the entire Soul Domain Dharma Realm might be burst apart by this surging force.
Jin Tong, Wen Yan, and the other dragons stared in alarm toward the Soul Domain Dharma Realm. With their cultivation, they felt as insignificant as ants before such terrifying pressure. It seemed that even the slightest ripple from across the way could reduce them to ashes.
In truth, this force had already grown so powerful that Lu Xiaotian could not tame it on his own. The Soul Domain Dharma Realm indeed could not withstand its wild charges. Yet while building Sky Dragon City and the spatial walkways, Lu Xiaotian had still chosen to take on these countless weapons. Naturally, he had his reasons.
The key lay in the dragon totem.