But for now, none of this had anything to do with him.
After carefully studying the ancient castle, Lin Taichu gained a rough understanding of it. Just as it claimed, the castle was a mysterious ancient altar built atop a hill.
It had been constructed from special stone, using the mysterious altar to communicate with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, continuously supplying it to the master of the ancient castle. At the center of the altar hung two strangely shaped weapons.
One was long and the other short, both forged from bronze.
Their blades were grayish-black, mottled with rust and covered in pitted holes. Their pommels were set into grooves, making them look thoroughly unattractive.
Lin Taichu had only glanced at the two weapons before their aura gave him such a fright that he hurriedly backed away several meters. He could not believe that such unremarkable-looking weapons contained power that made his heart tremble.
"Th-these two swords..." Lin Taichu muttered. "They're actually Saint Stage Weapons?"
"How is that possible?"
Lin Taichu simply could not believe that the altar contained two such formidable weapons. Although he did not understand the classification of weapons, Saint Stage Weapons were already far beyond his reach. Even his master had never seen one.
Lin Taichu stared at the two weapons for a long time, his heart filled with doubt. The swords had clearly been sealed within the ancient castle, so why had the castle's builder gone to such lengths to leave them on the altar?
Did he not understand the value of those two swords?
Suddenly, an intense fluctuation erupted from the two weapons.
Lin Taichu's expression immediately darkened when he noticed it. "Not good, the two swords are about to break free of their seal!" He swiftly circulated his spiritual power and