True Meaning of Hundred Weapons

Primordial Chaos Hundred Weapons Tribulation

The Chaos Current lingered in the grass, flowing like a veil among the blades, each strand carrying the residual warmth of the sword and blade's fusion. Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the Sword Ancestor and the Saber God's relieved expressions, his fingertips still tinged with the warm touch of the Chaos Harmony Dao Sword. Just now, when he dismantled the Harmony Dao Sword and the Slaying Harmony Saber, the sword's sharpness was like a cold glint piercing the fog, and the blade's strength was like thunder splitting rocks. The two first melted and then reformed in the Primordial Chaos, finally transforming into a gray-gold stream of light. This image was deeply etched into his Dao Heart like a brand—it turned out that the "fusion of sword and blade" he had previously comprehended was merely the starting point for opening the door to the Dao of War.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the Chaos Current around him subsided, seeping into his body through his pores and intertwining with the Dao Origin. As this power swept through his limbs and bones, a sudden change occurred: phantom images of knives and swords first appeared in his dantian, then the sharp sound of a spear tip cutting through the wind echoed in his meridians, and the heavy force of a halberd blade cleaving through the air trembled in his bones and blood. Phantom images of over a hundred weapons, such as axes, halberds, bows, shields, whips, and maces, spontaneously emerged from his flesh and blood, hovering within three feet of him.

These phantoms did not materialize out of thin air, but rather gathered from the scattered remnants of military strategy scattered throughout the world: the sword winds of the Western Desert Gobi contained the fierce power of the "Sky-Splitting Blade" for ninety thousand years; the Gang Qi of the Myriad Ren Sword Peak contained the sharpness of the Flowing Cloud Sword; the broken spears buried deep in the Ancient Battlefield still held the lingering power of "Breaking the Formation"; and the rusty halberds deep in the Secret Realm still lingered with the heavy momentum of "Suppressing the Mountain"... The True Intention of countless weapons, like a trickle of streams, flowed continuously towards his Dao Heart, drawn by the Chaos Current, where they converged into a surging ocean of military strategy.

The Sword Ancestor and the Saber God stood to one side, both holding their breath, their gazes fixed on Ren Xiaoyao. They clearly saw that the Chaos Current surrounding Ren Xiaoyao was no longer just swirling with sword and blade patterns, but was gradually revealing dense military marks: spear patterns like Thunderclap Break formations, the silver lines seemingly containing a thousand galloping troops; halberd patterns like mountains pressing down, the dark lines exuding an unshakeable weight; axe patterns concealing the power to cleave mountains, the crimson marks wrapped with the fierce intent to burn everything; whip patterns containing the skill of binding and locking, the soft white lines able to wrap around the energy to form a hundred indestructible knots...

The phantoms of a hundred weapons slowly rose and fell in the Chaos Current. The blades were hard, the swords sharp, the spears straight, and the shields heavy. They did not conflict or repel each other. Instead, they followed the unique rhythm of Primordial Chaos, rotating in an orderly manner like a star array, gradually merging into a gray-gold Light Cocoon that was half a zhang high. The surface of the Light Cocoon was filled with the phantoms of a hundred weapons, while the inside was filled with a warm halo, which steadily enveloped Ren Xiaoyao. Even his breathing was synchronized with the rhythm of the Light Cocoon.

"This is... to comprehend the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons?" The Saber God's Adam's apple bobbed as he exclaimed in a low voice. The Slaying Harmony Saber in his palm trembled uncontrollably, the crimson-gold blade patterns echoing the Way of Weapons Rhythm within the Light Cocoon, as if paying homage to a higher level of martial arts. The Sword Ancestor also nodded slowly, his eyes filled with shock. "Primordial Chaos inherently encompasses all things. Blades and swords are the beginning of the martial arts, but certainly not its end. He is trying to completely break the boundaries of weapons, to find the common origin of all True Meaning of Hundred Weapons."

Before the words were finished, a muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed across the sky, like a thousand weapons being unsheathed simultaneously, shaking even the clouds. Unlike the dark Thunder Clouds that had appeared with the previous Slaying Harmony Saber, this time the clouds converged from the four directions simultaneously. The inky clouds were mixed with hundreds of colors, including silver, gold, red, purple, cyan, and blue. Each wisp of cloud carried the ultimate power of a weapon—silver for the spear's piercing edge, gold for the axe's mountain-splitting ferocity, red for the bow's cloud-piercing speed, purple for the shield's defensive solidity, cyan for the whip's binding power, and blue for the mace's striking force...

Countless bolts of lightning, formed from the intent of war, rolled through the clouds. Silver-white spear-shaped lightning, crimson bow-shaped lightning, and purplish-black shield-shaped lightning collided with each other, yet instead of producing a piercing roar, they exuded a heavy and solemn aura of "tests of the Great Dao." The entire world seemed to transform into an Ancient Battlefield, and the invisible aura of war pressed down on people's chests, making even the Sword Grass and Chaos Moss in the grass droop their leaves again, as if in awe of this rarest phenomenon in the world.

"It's the Hundred Weapons Lightning Tribulation!" The Sword Ancestor's pupils constricted, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "An ordinary Martial Artist, upon comprehending the ultimate essence of a single weapon, might trigger Lightning Tribulation to temper their Dao Heart. But he's attempting to fuse the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons with the Chaos Power, directly attracting the legendary Hundred Weapons Tribulation! Each bolt of this Lightning Tribulation contains the ultimate True Intention of a weapon, its power enough to tear apart the Dao Heart of an ordinary Martial Artist. A slight misstep, and they'll be devoured by the weapon's intent, ending up with their Dao extinguished and their body destroyed!"

The Saber God's expression was also solemn as he gripped the Slaying Harmony Saber tightly. "Just now, he broke my fusion with the Sword Ancestor's power by relying on the inclusiveness of Primordial Chaos; but this Hundred Weapons Tribulation is a test from heaven and earth for 'merging a hundred weapons.' Inclusiveness may not be enough; one must also thoroughly grasp the essence of each weapon's intent..."

Ren Xiaoyao, trapped within the Light Cocoon Light Cocoon, seemed completely unaware of the dangers lurking outside. Inside, he was deeply resonating with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons: his fingertips lightly touched the suspended spear shadow, and a powerful force, capable of "piercing straight through formations and being invincible," surged into his Dao Heart, instantly allowing him to grasp the spear's essence. "Straightness as the edge, speed as the momentum"; his palm gently caressed the axe-shaped phantom, and the fierce intent of "splitting mountains and shattering peaks, burning everything" seeped into his meridians, making him understand the axe's core principle. "Weight as power, fierceness as the soul"; the soft twang of a bowstring brushed past his ears, and the precision of "hitting the bullseye every time" flowed into his consciousness, making him understand the bow's key principle. "Distance as the advantage, accuracy as the essence"...

From knives, swords, spears, and halberds to axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks; from bows, arrows, shields, and armor to whips, maces, hammers, and grappling hooks, the True Intention of each weapon is like a key, precisely unlocking a door to the origin of military strategy. The Chaos Power acts like a flexible bond, connecting the forces behind these hundred doors one by one, preserving the uniqueness of each military intent while allowing them to achieve balance in the Primordial Chaos, without distinction of primary or secondary, coexisting and prospering together.

"So, the essence of all military strategy lies in 'application'." Ren Xiaoyao's mind suddenly cleared, his Dao Heart instantly becoming pure and lucid, and his previous vague understanding of military strategy completely dissipated. "A knife is for slashing, a sword is for piercing, a spear is for thrusting, a shield is for defense... The so-called boundaries of weapons are merely people's obsession with 'form' while ignoring the essence of 'application'. Primordial Chaos can contain all things, so naturally it can also contain the 'application' of all weapons."

As this thought became clear, the Light Cocoon surrounding him suddenly exploded, and countless gray-gold Chaos Current transformed into a hundred clear soldier figures—silver spears, crimson longbows, purplish-black shields, and jet-black halberds... The hundred soldier figures, like a hundred streaks of light, shot straight into the sky, forming a circular array in mid-air, facing the Hundred Weapons Lightning Tribulation in the clouds from afar. Their military intents attracted each other, forming a strange balance.

Just then, the first Lightning Tribulation struck. It was a silver-white lightning pillar, its shaft clearly marked with the patterns of a spear, like a twelve-foot-long spear formed from lightning, carrying the sharpness of "breaking through all things and being unstoppable," piercing straight towards Ren Xiaoyao's brow.

Ren Xiaoyao neither dodged nor evaded, nor even mobilized his Dao Origin for defense. He simply raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards the lightning pillar. In an instant, a gray-gold Chaos Current condensed in his palm, quickly transforming into a twelve-foot-long spear. The spearhead was a unique gray-gold color of Primordial Chaos, radiating a soft light that encompassed all things. The shaft was engraved with fine spear patterns, containing both the sharpness of the spear's inherent nature and the gentleness of Primordial Chaos.

"Clang!" The tip of the Primordial Chaos Spear collided with the tip of the Lightning Tribulation Spear Shadow. There was no earth-shattering roar as expected, only a crisp resonance. The True Intention of the spear contained within the Lightning Tribulation was dismantled and assimilated by the Chaos Power the moment it came into contact with the Primordial Chaos Spear. The originally sharp and forceful momentum of breaking the formation gradually lost its edge, turning into a wisp of silver-gray airflow that flowed into Ren Xiaoyao's body along the Primordial Chaos Spear.

He felt the intent of the spear in his Dao Heart suddenly become heavier, and he could even clearly feel the subtle force of "piercing through the sky" at his fingertips, as if he could condense a spear light that could pierce the sky in the next second.

Immediately afterward, the second Lightning Tribulation struck. It was a golden pillar of lightning, shaped like a Giant Axe, its blade gleaming with intense golden light, carrying the power to "split mountains and shatter everything," and cleaving towards Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder. Ren Xiaoyao twisted his wrist, and the Primordial Chaos Spear in his palm instantly dissipated, transforming into a Chaos Giant Axe —its blade was wide, its gray-gold surface gleaming with a scorching light, and its handle was thick, engraved with patterns to stabilize its force, possessing both the ferocity of the axe and the stability of Primordial Chaos.

He raised his hand and swung his axe. The Chaos Giant Axe collided with the golden axe-shaped Lightning Tribulation. The fierce intent of the axe's way merged in the Primordial Chaos, and the axe intent in the Lightning Tribulation was assimilated, turning into a wisp of golden energy that flowed into his body, deepening his understanding of "axe cleaving ten thousand pounds".

The third Lightning Tribulation was a crimson bow-shaped lightning bolt, carrying the speed of "piercing a willow leaf from a hundred paces away, as fast as a shooting star"; the fourth was a purplish-black shield-shaped lightning bolt, containing the weight of "unparalleled defense, indestructible"; the fifth was a cyan whip-shaped lightning bolt, concealing the skillful power of "entangling all things, soft yet firm"... A hundred Lightning Tribulation followed one after another, each corresponding to a weapon, each impact carrying the ultimate sharpness of that weapon, yet Ren Xiaoyao received them all one by one with the corresponding weapons formed from Primordial Chaos.

At times, he wields a massive Primordial Chaos hammer with both hands, smashing apart hammer-shaped Lightning Tribulation imbued with powerful Primordial Chaos force, absorbing the "heavy and fierce" nature of the hammer's way into his Dao Heart; at other times, a chaotic whip wraps around his waist, binding whip-shaped Lightning Tribulation containing a binding and locking force, integrating the "flexibility" of the whip's way into Primordial Chaos; at still other times, a Primordial Chaos short dagger materializes in his hand, slicing through dagger-shaped Lightning Tribulation concealing a deadly and treacherous force, transforming the "swiftness" of the dagger's way into his own use...

With each tribulation Lightning Tribulation, the military aura surrounding him grew heavier, and the phantom images of a hundred weapons within the Chaos Current became increasingly clear. At first, they were just blurry outlines, but gradually the patterns of the weapons became visible. Later, even the cold glint of the spear tips, the notches of the axe blades, and the textures of the bowstrings were clearly visible. These phantom images slowly rotated around him, gradually condensing into the outline of a "formless" weapon—sometimes exuding the strength of a blade, sometimes displaying the sharpness of a sword, sometimes revealing the straightness of a spear, and sometimes concealing the heaviness of a shield. It could transform into a single weapon or simultaneously display the power of a hundred weapons.

The Sword Ancestor and the Saber God watched from below, their hearts trembling, even their breathing becoming cautious. They saw Ren Xiaoyao remain calm and composed amidst the hundred Lightning Tribulation. Every time he raised his hand to condense weapons, every time he dealt with the Lightning Tribulation, it seemed as if he had achieved a perfect resonance with the Dao of War in the world. Those Lightning Tribulation that would have shattered the Dao Heart and annihilated the physical body of ordinary Martial Artist had become "nourishment" for tempering the Dao of War in his hands. After each Lightning Tribulation, the Dao of War aura emanating from him became even stronger.

When more than half of the hundred Lightning Tribulation had struck, the Chaos Current around Ren Xiaoyao had been completely imbued with the colors of the hundred weapons. Within the gray-gold energy, silver, gold, red, purple, cyan, and blue lights intertwined and flowed, yet without appearing chaotic. Instead, it resembled a meticulously drawn "Hundred Weapons Diagram," exuding the harmony of "All Laws Return to One." He hovered in mid-air, surrounded by the illusory images of a hundred weapons. Although he did not deliberately release his pressure, the remnants of the martial arts in the world spontaneously converged on him, as if he had become the core of the martial arts.

"He's not 'resisting' the Lightning Tribulation, but 'merging 'Lightning Tribulation with it," the Sword Ancestor murmured to himself, his eyes filled with sudden enlightenment. "Ordinary Martial Artist face Lightning Tribulation by confronting heaven and earth, using their own Dao power to directly withstand the Lightning Tribulation; but he uses the Chaos Power to accept the military intent within the Lightning Tribulation, turning the test of heaven and earth into an aid to his own enlightenment... This is the true realm of 'merging with a hundred weapons'!"

The Saber God nodded, the trembling of the Slaying Harmony Saber in his palm becoming more pronounced, but no longer with awe, but with a kind of "yearning": "He allows every military intent to find its home in Primordial Chaos, neither denying any military path, yet enabling them to coexist... This is the Supreme Realm of military strategy."

Just as the two were talking, the final Lightning Tribulation finally struck. Unlike the previous ninety-nine bolts, this lightning pillar did not transform into the form of a single weapon, but rather into a huge "Hundred Weapons Diagram"—phantom images of a hundred weapons, such as knives, swords, spears, halberds, axes, battle-axes, bows, and shields, slowly flowed within the lightning pillar, interlocking and intertwining to form a complete circle, exuding a terrifying pressure of "the ultimate in military strategy, Myriad Weapons Return to Unity".

As the lightning bolt struck, the air seemed to freeze, and even the light was drawn towards it. Only this Lightning Tribulation diagram, containing the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, remained in the world, as if it wanted to completely crush Ren Xiaoyao's Chaos Power, thereby denying the possibility of "fusion of a hundred weapons".

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, his eyes showing no fear, only a thorough understanding of the Way of War. He raised his hand to dispel all the Weapon Phantoms that had gathered around him, completely converging the Chaos Power within his body with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons he had comprehended—no longer fixated on the form of any particular weapon, but instead allowing the Chaos Power to envelop the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, transforming it into a gray-gold "torrent of the Way of War" ten feet wide.

In the torrent, the phantoms of a hundred weapons appeared and disappeared, the hardness of the blade, the sharpness of the sword, the straightness of the spear, and the ferocity of the axe intertwined, yet merged into one, revealing the Daoist rhyme of "all weapons share the same origin, Chaos Unification". Ren Xiaoyao waved his arm, and this torrent of weapons, like a gray-gold giant dragon, crashed straight into the falling Thunder Pillar of a Hundred Weapons Diagram.

The moment the torrent collided with the lightning pillar, the world fell into a deathly silence. There was no roar, no tremor, not even the light stopped flowing. All eyes were fixed on the point of impact, where the gray-gold torrent and the Hundred Weapons Diagram lightning pillar interpenetrated— the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons within the torrent and the power of weaponry within the lightning pillar drew each other in, saber intents resonated with saber intents, sword intents merged with sword intents, and spear intents converged with spear intents...

The True Intention of a hundred weapons completely merged in the Primordial Chaos, no longer distinguishing between "a certain weapon intent," but transforming into a completely new "Origin Power the way of war." The strength of the blade became the "majesty" of this power, the sharpness of the sword became the "edge," the straightness of the spear became the "momentum," the heaviness of the shield became the "defense"... All the characteristics of the way of war were accepted and reorganized by the Chaos Power, ultimately transforming into a dazzling gray-gold light that spread outwards from the point of collision.

This light was not aggressive at all, but carried a warmth that embraced all things, dyeing the entire world a soft gray-gold color. The lightning in the clouds was assimilated by the light, turning into tiny particles of light that fell; the aura of war on the ground was enveloped by the light, becoming gentle and mild; even the Sword Grass and Chaos Moss in the grass, nourished by the light, stretched their leaves again, radiating a vibrant halo of life.

As the light gradually faded, the clouds of the Hundred Weapons Lightning Tribulation completely dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky once more. Several rainbows even stretched along the direction of the dissipated light, exuding a peaceful aura. Ren Xiaoyao remained suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a faint gray-gold aura. Within this aura, the phantom images of a hundred weapons appeared and disappeared, no longer independent entities, but capable of merging into one at any time, transforming into any weapon.

He slowly raised his hand and gently clenched it in the air. In an instant, the gray-gold energy rapidly gathered in his palm, instantly condensing into a peculiar weapon—its blade was as sharp as a knife, yet gleamed with the cold light of a sword; its spine was as straight as a sword, yet concealed the sharpness of a spear; its tip was as sharp as a spear, yet carried the weight of a halberd; its hilt was as thick as a halberd, yet engraved with the defensive patterns of a shield.

This weapon does not belong to any known weapon, yet it contains the characteristics of all weapons: it can slash like a knife, pierce like a sword, thrust like a spear, and defend like a shield. It combines strength and flexibility, offense and defense, and is the "Primordial Chaos Hundred Weapons Blade" that integrates the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons.

"He has truly mastered the power of a hundred weapons..." The Saber God murmured, gazing at the peculiar Slaying Harmony Saber in his palm no longer trembled, and the Golden Patterns on its blade even dimmed slightly, exuding a kind of submissive gentleness—before the Primordial Chaos Hundred Weapons Blade, the "Saber Sword Harmony Dao" it embodied was ultimately still a level below.

The Sword Ancestor sighed deeply, the arrogance in his eyes completely vanishing, leaving only awe for the new Dao Path: "For ninety thousand years, guarding Sword Peak, I always thought ' Heaven and Earth as the Scabbard, the Sword Breaking the Azure Vault ' was the ultimate sword path; today, seeing him fuse Primordial Chaos with a hundred weapons, I realize that the true path of warfare has no boundaries. From this day forward, there will be no 'the path of a certain weapon,' only the ' Chaos Weapon Dao encompassing all weapons.' He is walking a path never before trodden."

Ren Xiaoyao landed slowly, the Primordial Chaos Hundred Weapons Blade in his hand transforming into a wisp of gray-gold energy that flowed into his body through his palm. The weapon intent surrounding his body gradually subsided, leaving only the gentleness unique to Primordial Chaos, as if he had not just undergone the Hundred Weapons Tribulation and merged with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, but merely experienced an ordinary enlightenment.

He looked at the Sword Ancestor and the Saber God, his gaze now filled with a deeper understanding of the Way of War, and a gentler affection for his "fellow traveler": "Weapons are inherently boundless; obsession is the wall. The highest Way of War is not about mastering the 'form' of a particular weapon, but about understanding the 'use' of all weapons, and even more so, understanding how to allow them to each display their strengths in the Primordial Chaos, to coexist and thrive together—just like this patch of green grass, where the sharpness of the Sword Grass and the softness of the Chaos Moss should coexist harmoniously, not be in opposition to each other."

As the words fell, the Sword Grass and Chaos Moss in the grass suddenly emitted a faint gray-gold glow. On the Sword Grass leaves, in addition to the original sword and blade patterns and Chaos Current, there were also fine marks of a hundred kinds of weapons, such as the sharp marks of spears, the fierce patterns of axes, and the arcs of bows; the gray light of the Chaos Moss also contained the lingering charm of the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, which intertwined with the patterns of the Sword Grass, no longer repelling each other in the slightest.

A greyish-gold light flowed slowly across the leaves, blurring the clear boundaries between the sharpness of the sword, the rigidity of the blade, the straightness of the spear, and the Primordial Chaos, truly merging into one. The remnants of military strategy scattered throughout the world, following the rhythm of Primordial Chaos, converged on this meadow like streams flowing to the sea, making the aura of military strategy here even more profound, transforming it into a veritable Primordial Chaos Hundred Weapons Tribulation.

"The Hundred Weapons Chaos Realm". Even the fragments of the "Sky-Splitting Blade" and the remnants of the Flowing Cloud Sword in the soil were awakened by this gathering of the remnants of the Way of Weapons, gleaming with a faint golden-white light, which intertwined with the gray-gold light on the grass leaves, as if engraving the mark of "the Way of Weapons Unity" in this world.

Looking at the scene before him, the Sword Ancestor suddenly raised his hand and took out the broken sword from the inside of his Daoist robe. The broken sword still retained the Chaos Aura, and now, nourished by the Daoist essence of a hundred weapons, fine gray-gold patterns slowly emerged at the broken point—these were Primordial Chaos patterns that had merged with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, spreading upwards along the blade and reconnecting the originally shattered sword patterns.

"My sword... it's actually healing itself?" The Sword Ancestor's eyes were filled with surprise. His fingertips traced the broken sword, and he could clearly feel the renewed vitality surging within the blade. "When the Harmony Dao Sword shattered before, I thought it was completely ruined. I never expected that in this Hundred Weapons Chaos Realm, it could be reborn by borrowing the Dao essence of Primordial Chaos and the hundred weapons!"

The Saber God also looked down at the Slaying Harmony Saber in his hand. He saw that the crimson-gold sword patterns and the gleaming white sword marks on the blade were now resonating with the Daoist principles of all weapons in the air. The originally dim luster became brilliant again, and even a subtle spear-shaped pattern was added to the back of the blade—proof of the integration of the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons, giving this weapon of "Saber Sword Harmony Dao" a more inclusive understanding of the Dao of weaponry.

"It seems this grassland is not only his place of enlightenment, but also an opportunity for both of us to advance in our Dao Path." The Saber God said softly, his palm pressed against the blade, letting the Daoist essence of a hundred weapons seep into his body, smoothing out the previously disordered Dao Origin.

Ren Xiaoyao observed the changes in the two, a gentle light appearing in his eyes. "The Dao Path is never a solitary one. Even when I merge with a hundred weapons, I need to borrow the power of heaven and earth, and the insights of my companions. Your Saber Sword Harmony Dao is already a rudimentary form of the fusion of the Dao of Weapons. Now, in the Hundred Weapons Chaos Realm, you can naturally leverage this momentum to break through."

As soon as the words were spoken, a clear, ringing sound suddenly came from the sky. The sound was neither like the dull thud of Lightning Tribulation nor the clanging of weapons; instead, it sounded like countless weapons humming at the same time, carrying joy and awe.