One Hundred Weapons Become One

The gray-gold aura at Ren Xiaoyao's fingertips was still trembling slightly, within which countless tiny weapon shadows seemed to rise and fall—the sharp points of silver spears, the blades of golden axes, the luster of Purple Shield. Even the slightest fluctuation in the aura could cause these weapon shadows to tremble. The sense of clarity he felt when merging with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons had not yet dissipated from his Dao Heart, as if his entire sea of consciousness was illuminated by the light of the Dao of Weapons. However, a new Dao thought exploded in the depths of his sea of consciousness like a thunderclap, bringing a breakthrough clarity: the hundred weapons coexisted by borrowing the Chaos Power, but if the essence of their "use" remained only at the level of "individual attack and defense," it would ultimately be "ten thousand streams flowing in parallel," like rivers rushing about in different directions, failing to Unity state of "a hundred rivers flowing into the sea." Scattered stars may have light, but they cannot form the vastness of the Star Sea; scattered weapon intent may have power, but it is difficult to forge the foundation of the Dao of Weapons.

He lowered his gaze to the myriad illusory figures of weapons swirling around him. The sharp light of the silver spear pierced the air, casting shimmering specks of light on the ground; the fierce light of the golden axe scorched the void, causing scorching ripples in the surrounding air; the deep radiance of the Purple Shield pressed down on the air, even slowing the swaying of the grass. These illusory figures appeared and disappeared in the Chaos Current, yet they still retained their individual edges, seemingly upholding the boundaries of "single-soldier combat." Ren Xiaoyao suddenly raised his hand, his fingers forming a hand seal he had never seen before—his thumb and forefinger interlocked into a tripod shape, with the pads of his fingers... The swirling Chaos Current condensed into delicate dragon patterns; his middle and ring fingers stretched out like the handles of a cauldron, the flowing military intent at their tips outlining gentle curves; his little finger stood upright like the cauldron's tip, exuding a sharpness that could pierce through everything. The Chaos Current moved rhythmically with the hand seals, as if an invisible melody spread throughout the world, even causing the distant Sword Grass to sway gently, as if echoing the Daoist rhythm of the hand seals. He uttered a soft shout, his voice not loud, yet carrying the weight of Primordial Chaos itself, each word like a drumbeat striking the heavens and earth. "All weapons gather, Primordial Chaos condenses, forming a cauldron!"

The instant the words fell, the gray-gold aura surrounding him suddenly surged into waves ten feet high, like a thousand-year-old, dormant sea suddenly boiling. The waves churned with the phantoms of hundreds of soldiers, surging wildly into the void. A silver spear shadow responded first, transforming into a sharp, straight stream of light, sinking downwards along the Chaos Rhythm, solidifying in the void as the first support of the tripod—its sharpness even causing fine cracks to appear in the rocks on the ground, as if this support was not a phantom, but a solid form capable of suppressing the earth. Following closely behind, the purplish-black shield patterns transformed into layers of thick light, like stacked mountains forming the rudimentary shape of the tripod. With each layer of light added, the surrounding gravity strengthened, even attracting dust from the heavens and earth to the surface of the light layers, gradually solidifying into rock. The stone-like texture of the vessel caused the surrounding weeds to lean towards its imposing presence, seemingly intimidated by its weight. The crimson axe-like energy transformed into scorching flames, hot enough to melt refined iron, tracing the vessel's edge and forging a razor-sharp rim—so sharp that it cleaved even the distant clouds, allowing sunlight to stream through and refract onto the rim, creating a blinding glare. Meanwhile, crimson bow marks curved into smooth arcs, outlining symmetrical handles on either side of the vessel. The gentle curves concealed a subtle, powerful force; airflow passing over the handles produced a soft, resonant sound, like the vibration of a bowstring—crisp yet not harsh, a subtle harmony with the vessel's weight...

In just a few breaths, a giant gray-gold cauldron, ten feet tall, floated steadily in mid-air. The cauldron was about three zhang tall, its three legs as thick as coiled dragons, their scales clearly visible. The Dragon Head was lowered, seemingly guarding the cauldron, its claws gripping the void, as if it would take flight at any moment to suppress the surroundings. The cauldron's handles stretched out like crescent moons, their edges shimmering with a faint, Primordial Chaos light. Within this light flowed intricate patterns of hundreds of weapons; touching them, one could feel the weight of a shield and the suppleness of a bow. The surface of the cauldron was adorned with Weapon Patterns —spear patterns like thunderclap marks, each carrying the sharpness to break through enemy lines; when the patterns flickered, it seemed as if the roar of a thousand horses galloped in one's ears; axe patterns resembled burning Flame Sect, flames dancing on the patterns, as if to incinerate all obstacles; approaching them, one could feel their scorching heat; shield patterns were like layered mountains, each layer exuding an unshakeable weight. Staring at the patterns... Over time, it even cultivates a composure that remains unchanged even when mountains collapse before it; the whip-like patterns, like flowing water, are both soft and strong, capable of forming hundreds of indestructible knots around the cauldron, each knot corresponding to the True Intention of a weapon... Each Dao Patterns is clear and independent, yet they intertwine and merge in the Chaos Current. The sharpness of the spear pattern blends with the ferocity of the axe pattern, and the heaviness of the shield pattern envelops the softness of the whip pattern, without distinction between them. The cauldron exudes Primordial Chaos and gentle light that "encompasses all things," making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze when near it, even calming the restless Dao Origin, as if all malevolence would be dissolved by this gentle light; yet it also conceals a powerful pressure that "suppresses all weapons," causing the Sword Grass and Chaos Moss below to droop their leaves and their roots to sink deeply into the soil, as if in awe of this treasure that embodies the essence of weaponry. This is the "Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron" forged by Ren Xiaoyao with the True Meaning of Hundred Weapons.

The cauldron trembled slightly, emitting a deep hum. This hum was not like the crisp sound of metal clashing, but rather like the Daoist sound at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, profound and far-reaching, resonating strongly with the remnants of military strategy scattered throughout the world. The sword wind of the Western Desert Gobi, carrying the fierce power of the "Sky-Splitting," seemed to contain the aura of ninety thousand years of wind and sand, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light that rushed towards them. Within the light, one could see the afterimage of the "Sky-Splitting Blade" cleaving through the desert. The Gang Qi of the Myriad Ren Sword Peak, carrying the sharpness of the Flowing Cloud Sword, contained the icy chill of the peak for a thousand years, condensing into a beam of shimmering white light. Within the Gang Qi, one could glimpse the afterimage of the Flowing Cloud Sword cutting through the clouds. The remaining power of the broken spear buried deep in the Ancient Battlefield, carrying the sharpness of "Breaking the Formation," was wrapped in the soldiers' blood and shouts. It transformed into a silver thread that surged towards them, and within the thread, one could feel the decisiveness of the broken spear piercing through the enemy formation. Deep within the Secret Realm... The rusty halberd, heavy with the weight of a "mountain suppressor," concealed the silence of the Secret Realm spanning millennia. It condensed into a dark current of energy, within which one could feel the halberd's unwavering strength in suppressing mountains... The remnants of military strategy from all directions surged in like a tide, transforming into streams of colorful light along the cauldron's opening—red, white, silver, and black—encircling the cauldron like a rainbow, continuously flowing into its interior. Nourished by these streams of light, the gray-gold cauldron became even more radiant, the Weapon Patterns on its surface becoming increasingly clear. Even within the cauldron, a "Way of Weapons Star Sea" faintly appeared—the phantoms of a hundred weapons slowly rotated in the Star Sea. Silver spears guarded the east, golden axes suppressed the west, Purple Shield protected the south, and red bows guarded the north. Axes and halberds held the center of the Star Sea, while whips and maces moved and protected the edges, subtly conforming to the order of heaven and earth, exuding the solemnity of "all weapons returning to their places."

The Sword Ancestor and the Saber God stood ten feet away, completely dumbfounded. They even unconsciously held their breath, afraid of disturbing this supreme treasure. The Saber God instinctively gripped his Slaying Harmony Saber tightly. The Golden Patterns on the blade dimmed slightly under the pressure of the giant cauldron, and its originally sharp blade intent was greatly restrained. It was as if, before this Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron, even weapons embodying the "Saber Sword Harmony Dao" had to conceal their sharpness. His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse with disbelief: "A hundred weapons as a cauldron... using the cauldron as a 'container,' absorbing all the remnants of the Dao of War under heaven, this is to give the Chaos Weapon Dao 'roots,' no longer a rootless duckweed, but to establish a foundation in the world! The Dao of War in the past followed the weapons; now it follows..." "Let's go, cauldron!" The Sword Ancestor slowly nodded, his broken sword, which was healing itself, trembling even more noticeably. The Primordial Chaos patterns at the break point echoed the giant cauldron, as if yearning to merge with it. The cracks on the sword were healing at a visible speed. His eyes were filled with shock, and his voice trembled slightly. "A cauldron is a vessel for stabilizing the world, suppressing Origin Suppression, and bearing the weight of heaven and earth. The previous way of warfare was ultimately limited by the 'vessel'; a sword could only be a sword, and a knife could only be a knife. This step of his has pushed the way of warfare from the level of 'technique' to the foundation of 'the Way,' giving it the true possibility of 'stabilizing heaven and earth and suppressing the universe'—from now on, there will be no more distinction between 'individual soldiers,' only the union of ' Primordial Chaos '!"

Just as the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron was completely stabilized, and the "Way of Weapons Star Sea" within it slowly took shape, the sky suddenly changed color. The clear blue sky, which had been clear after the dissipation of the Hundred Weapons Lightning Tribulation, was instantly shrouded in a jet-black current, as if splashed with ink. The current came without warning, as if it had surged from Rift in the heavens and earth, carrying a chilling stillness. Wherever it passed, even sunlight was swallowed up, and the world instantly darkened. Clouds gathered at a visible speed, forming a "Tribulation Clouds" covering a hundred miles in just a few breaths, the cloud wisps as thick as solidified ink. There wasn't a single gap in the clouds, as if a huge black cloth was covering their heads. These Tribulation Clouds were completely different from ordinary Lightning Tribulation. There was no light in the clouds, only a suffocating oppression. Even the air seemed frozen, and every breath was heavy with a cold feeling. Every wisp of cloud exuded the Supreme Heavenly Tribulation that "destroyed everything and reshaped order"—this aura was not aimed at Ren Xiaoyao's physical body, but directly at his Dao Foundation. It caused the surging remnants of the Dao of War in the world to stop flowing instantly, and even the "Way of Weapons Star Sea" inside the cauldron paused slightly, slowing down its rotation.

"This is... Supreme Heavenly Tribulation surpassing the Hundred Weapons Tribulation?" The Sword Ancestor's expression changed drastically. His knuckles turned white from gripping the broken sword so tightly that even his fingertips lost their color. The cracks on the broken sword, which had just healed, began to show fine lines again. "He fused a hundred weapons into a cauldron, which is equivalent to completely rewriting the foundation of the Way of War, breaking the inherent understanding of the world regarding the 'Way of War'—the world has its rules and cannot tolerate the existence of 'other paths.' This is the ultimate test of 'the innovation of the Dao Path!' This tribulation is a hundred times more dangerous than the Tribulation of Hundred Weapons Tribulation. The Hundred Weapons Tribulation is a 'test,' while this Supreme Heavenly Tribulation is 'annihilation.' If one is not careful, one's Dao will perish and one's body will die. Even the traces of the Chaos Weapon Dao will be completely erased!"

The Saber God's expression also turned solemn. His Dao Origin surged unconsciously as he instinctively Slaying Harmony Saber in front of him. The Golden Patterns and the gleaming white sword marks on the blade lit up simultaneously, yet they still couldn't conceal the oppressive aura emanating from the Tribulation Clouds. The blade even trembled slightly, as if fearing the might of heaven and earth. He said in a deep voice, "The Hundred Weapons Tribulation tests his ability to 'fuse weapons,' to see if he can accept a hundred weapons; this Supreme Heavenly Tribulation aims to destroy the foundation of his 'establishment of the Dao,' to see if he can protect the Chaos Weapon Dao he created—heaven and earth want him to 'abandon the Dao,' and if he refuses, they will 'destroy the Dao!'"

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar suddenly resounded from the Tribulation Clouds. The sound was not like the muffled thunder, but rather like the earth shattering, making people's eardrums ache and even the ground beneath their feet tremble. A jet-black lightning pillar struck down without warning, its diameter exceeding ten feet, several times thicker than ordinary Lightning Tribulation, like a black giant pillar connecting heaven and earth. This lightning pillar had no fancy patterns; its body was so black that it could Devouring Light Rays, even dyeing the surrounding space black, containing only the purest "Destruction Dao Force"—a power without military intent, without elements, only the Annihilation of "nothingness." Wherever it passed, fine spiderweb-like cracks appeared in space, even completely swallowing light, as if a rift from Void was about to crush the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron along with Ren Xiaoyao, completely erasing this "unlawful" World Laws Chaos Weapon Dao.

Ren Xiaoyao remained standing, his expression utterly calm, as if the lightning strike he had just received was not Supreme Heavenly Tribulation capable of Extinguish Dao foundation, but merely a wisp of ordinary air current. He looked up at the jet-black lightning pillar, his eyes showing no fear, only a profound understanding of the Dao— Primordial Chaos inherently encompasses all things, and destruction is also part of the Dao of Heaven and Earth. The Primordial Chaos Dao Origin within his body pulsed in sync with the illusory image of the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron in his dantian, his Dao Heart as clear as a mirror, devoid of any distracting thoughts, as if he had merged with the entire world. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the suspended cauldron, his voice carrying the steadiness of Primordial Chaos itself, without the slightest panic, each word conveying the determination to "establish the Dao": "Cauldron, suppress!"

The Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron, suspended in mid-air, instantly swelled several times in size, growing from three zhang to ten zhang in height. Its mouth faced the pitch-black lightning pillar, like a towering mountain blocking Ren Xiaoyao's path. The Weapon Patterns on the cauldron's body became even clearer due to its increased size, and the dragon-shaped legs seemed to come alive, their Dragon Head raised, emitting a silent roar. Simultaneously, the Weapon Patterns on the cauldron's surface lit up—the silver spear patterns transformed into sharp, lightning-piercing rays, their edge fully revealed, seemingly intent on piercing the darkness of the lightning pillar; the purplish-black shield patterns condensed into a thick defensive light barrier, upon which countless tiny shield shadows appeared, layer upon layer, like a wall composed of ten thousand shields, exuding an aura of "Ten Thousand Shields, One Heart." The protective power of the "Ten Thousand Shields, One Heart"; crimson axe patterns ignite with raging Flame Sect, the flames a gray-gold color, the temperature so high they can scorch the space itself, even the black lightning pillars are scorched by the flames and ripple with subtle waves; there are also whip patterns that transform into gentle force, flowing like water around the outside of the light wall, able to deflect the impact of the lightning, making the violent Power of Destruction a little more docile... The True Intention of a hundred weapons flows along the patterns, weaving together in front of the cauldron mouth to form a semi-transparent gray-gold "Origin-Suppressing Light Barrier", on which the phantoms of a hundred weapons appear and disappear, spear shadows thrusting, axe shadows slashing, shield shadows blocking, echoing each other, revealing the protective power of "ten thousand soldiers united in heart, resisting the Heavenly Tribulation together".

"Boom--!"

The jet-black lightning bolt slammed into the Origin-Suppressing Light Barrier, a deafening roar echoing through the heavens and earth. The sound waves spread outwards, forming a visible shockwave that ripped the grass several feet off the ground, revealing the brown soil beneath, still bearing the scorched marks of the lightning. The Sword Ancestor and the Saber God, ten feet away, were forced back, their Dao Origin churning within them, blood trickling from their lips. They could barely stand, relying solely on their weapons for support. Even distant rocks shattered, turning into a shower of stone dust, which was then crushed into dust by the aftershocks of the lightning. Yet, the Weapon Patterns on the light barrier stubbornly flickered, showing no sign of dissipation—the sharp gleam of the spear patterns... The edges of the lightning pillar were continuously sliced, peeling away the Power of Destruction from its outer layer bit by bit. The peeled power transformed into tiny black specks of light, which were assimilated by the Chaos Current. The shield-patterned light barrier firmly resisted the core impact of the lightning power. No matter how violent the lightning was, the light barrier remained stable and even grew thicker under the impact of the lightning. The Flame Sect with axe patterns seeped into the core through the gaps in the lightning pillar, gradually burning and refining the pure Power of Destruction, causing the color of the lightning pillar to gradually darken from pure black. In just a moment, the originally violent pitch-black lightning pillar was weakened by more than half. The diameter of the lightning pillar shrank from more than ten feet to several feet, and finally transformed into wisps of pitch-black energy, flowing into the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron along the patterns of the Origin-Suppressing Light Barrier.

The cauldron trembled slightly, emitting a deep hum, completely refining the dark energy. The originally gray-gold cauldron now had a deep black pattern, intertwined with the Hundred Weapon Patterns. The black pattern exuded destructive power, but it was enveloped by the Chaos Current. Instead of appearing messy, it made the cauldron's pressure even more heavy. It was as if the foundation of the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron had become more stable after absorbing the Heavenly Tribulation Power. Even the "Way of Weapons Star Sea" inside the cauldron had a trace of "Annihilation" Dao charm, and it rotated more calmly.

Immediately following, the second, the third... a total of nine jet-black lightning pillars fell in succession, each one faster and more bizarre than the last. The first was the "Dao-Breaking Thunder," containing countless tiny "Dao Marks Dao Marks," fragments of the inherent rules of heaven and earth, attempting to tear apart the foundation of the Chaos Weapon Dao, causing Ren Xiaoyao's Dao Heart to become disconnected from the Path of War. Wherever the Dao Marks passed, the Weapon Patterns on the cauldron distorted. The second was the "Intent-Extinguishing Thunder," its power enveloped in a black mist capable of disturbing the mind. This black mist contained countless negative emotions, aiming to destroy Ren Xiaoyao's Dao Heart, causing him to lose his composure during the Heavenly Tribulation. Even the Sword Ancestor and the Saber God felt uneasy when the black mist approached. The third was the "Form-Shattering Thunder," the lightning pillar transforming into nothingness. Several sharp fragments, each carrying the Dao power of "slashing," attacked the shape of the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron, attempting to shatter the giant cauldron. The fragments rained down like a storm, densely packed and obscuring the sky. The fourth was "Force-Devouring Thunder," with a powerful suction current surrounding the lightning pillar, absorbing the surrounding Dao power and gradually weakening the cauldron's defenses, causing its light to dim. The fifth was "Speed-Stalling Thunder," containing the Dao principle of "time stagnation," slowing down the cauldron's rotation and significantly delaying the flickering of the Hundred Weapon Patterns... Each lightning pillar was several times more Power of Destruction than the previous one, and each carried different destructive characteristics, as if heaven and earth were using every means to completely obliterate this "heretical path."

Yet the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron remained steadfast, its hundred Weapon Patterns rotating in turn, responding with ease—when encountering "Dao-Breaking Thunder," it used the "Mind-Guarding Power" power of the sword patterns to protect its Dao Foundation; as the sword patterns flashed, its Dao Heart remained as firm as a sword, unaffected by external evil; then, it used the "Origin Suppression" power of the shield patterns to stabilize its weaponry; the thick shield patterns blocked all Dao Marks from entering the cauldron; when encountering "Intent-Extinguishing Thunder," it used the "Precision" power of the bow patterns to lock onto the black mist; the bow patterns condensed into a thin beam of light, piercing the core of the black mist; then, it used the "Blazing Incineration Power" power of the axe patterns to dispel distracting thoughts; the flames burned the black mist, turning negative emotions into Void; when encountering "Thunder that Destroys the Dao," it used the "Precision" power of the bow patterns to lock onto the black mist... When encountering "Form-Shattering Thunder," the "Sharpness-Breaking Power" power of the spear pattern shatters the lightning fragments, the spear shadows like a forest, piercing through each fragment; then, the "Entangling Softness Power" power of the whip pattern dissipates the impact, the whip shadows entwining and dissolving the force of the fragments; when encountering "Force-Devouring Thunder," the "Origin-Absorbing Power" power of the cauldron is used to absorb the lightning power, the cauldron opening its mouth, not only not being absorbed by the lightning power, but also converting the suction force of the lightning pillar into its own Dao power; when encountering "Speed-Stalling Thunder," the "Unrestrained Power" power of Primordial Chaos dissolves the Dao of Time, Primordial Chaos is inherently unbound by time, the stagnation effect of the lightning power is dissolved into nothingness by the Chaos Current outside the cauldron.

Nine Lightning Tribulation, each deadly, became the "cornerstone" for Ren Xiaoyao to perfect his Chaos Weapon Dao. With each lightning bolt he refined, the patterns on the cauldron deepened, and his understanding of "destruction" and "rebirth" deepened. When the final lightning pillar, containing the power of "Annihilation," was completely swallowed by the cauldron's mouth, the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron suddenly trembled violently. The gray-gold light emanating from the hundred Weapon Patterns on the cauldron pierced through the clouds, dyeing the entire world gold, and even the dark Tribulation Clouds dissipated like melting snow. In the intense light, the giant cauldron slowly shrank, from ten zhang to the size of a palm, transforming into a wisp of gray-gold energy that flowed into Ren Xiaoyao's dantian through his palm.

The instant the energy flowed into his body, Ren Xiaoyao's Chaos Aura surged, and a translucent gray-gold light enveloped him, swirling with the phantoms of hundreds of weapons. With a casual wave of his hand, countless weapon shadows appeared in the air—silver spears piercing the wind, golden axes splitting the earth, and Purple Shield defending against enemies. With a thought, the weapon shadows could condense into cauldrons and transform into blades, their transitions between offense and defense seamless. He clearly sensed that his Dao power was several times stronger than before his tribulation, and his control over the Dao of War had reached the realm of "creating a hundred weapons with a single thought, merging a hundred weapons with a single thought." The remnants of the Dao of War in the world all moved according to his will.

Sword Ancestor and Saber God stared at each other, their eyes filled with awe— Ren Xiaoyao before them had truly stood at the pinnacle of military strategy, creating an unprecedented Chaos Weapon Dao.

Just then, a piercing laugh echoed from the darkness in the distance, like the sharp clang of countless weapons shattering, mixed with the hiss of demonic energy. The temperature in the Hundred Weapons Chaos Realm plummeted, and even the Chaos Current seemed to freeze. A tall, dark figure emerged from the shadows, his black robe embroidered with twisted weapon fragments. Dense demonic energy churned like a living thing, and the floating weapon fragments within had their True Meaning of the Way of Weapons distorted into a "devouring" nature. The figure had no clear face, only a pitch-black outline, as if it could devour all light.

"Primordial Chaos merges with a hundred weapons, establishing the cauldron to suppress the Way of Weapons... Ren Xiaoyao, you have surprised me." The black figure spoke, his voice hoarse as if grinding sand, carrying an undeniable pressure. As demonic energy surged, even the remnants of the Way of Weapons in the world trembled. "I am the Demon Emperor, wielding the ' Devouring Weapons Demonic Path.' Over the years, I have devoured more divine weapons, from mortal iron to Immortal Artifact, than you have ever seen. If I can swallow your Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron, my Demonic Dao will advance another step."

Two crimson lights flashed within the dark outline. The Demon Emperor raised his hand and waved it, causing demonic energy to gather wildly and condense into a giant black cauldron in a few breaths. The cauldron's body was engraved with ferocious weapon shadows, as if roaring and struggling. The black mist overflowing from the cauldron's mouth corroded the space, exuding an aura of "devouring all weaponry."

The auras of the two colossal cauldrons collided in the air, the gray-gold inclusiveness and the pitch-black destruction repelling each other, forming a visible airflow barrier. As the barrier trembled, fine cracks appeared on the grass, and the fragments of the "Sky-Splitting Blade" and the Flowing Cloud Sword vibrated violently, the True Meaning of the Way of Weapons seemingly resisting the devouring of demonic energy, emitting a faint light.

Ren Xiaoyao remained calm. The illusory image of the Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron within his dantian flickered slightly. He raised his hand and clenched it in the void, gathering gray-gold energy. The Chaos Hundred Weapons Cauldron once again floated in mid-air, its hundred Weapon Patterns lighting up, facing the Devouring Soldier Demon Cauldron from afar. "The Demonic Dao Weapon Devouring, losing their fundamental 'use'; the Primordial Chaos fusion of weapons preserves their true 'Dao'. Your Devouring Soldier Demon Cauldron can swallow weapons, but it cannot swallow the essence of the Dao of War."