Elder Han He Emitted a Sharp Burst

Li Mo exerted every ounce of his strength.

The good news was that he had indeed managed to budge the Calamity Meteor Hammer.

The bad news was that he could only move it a fraction of an inch.

And that was only because the Calamity Meteor Hammer had "deigned" to cooperate with him to the best of its ability.

That tiny movement was likely the divine weapon using his momentum to move itself.

"This hammer isn't even that big, but it's terrifyingly heavy."

"I can easily lift a Spine-Back Turtle now; my strength must be well over ten thousand jin."

Li Mo relaxed his muscles and sighed with emotion.

Fortunately, he had never intended to lift this thing by himself.

If he had been able to lift it, this divine weapon wouldn't have been left at the bottom of the sunless Divine Blade Cave for all these years.

It didn't matter.

He still had his cheat.

"World Seed."

"I can now channel a small portion of its power into my body."

"The duration is very short, so I have to be quick..."

Li Mo hadn't come alone.

Behind him, there was an entire world.

Although this world had only just been born and remained fragile and chaotic, it was a world nonetheless.

Crackle—

The moment he channeled the World Seed, his bones erupted with a sound like popping beans, and the blood and qi within him roared like a surging tide, his thirteen main meridians surging like angry dragons taking to the sky.

A seemingly endless, monstrous power flowed through him.

Li Mo even had the illusion that if Divine Weapon Mountain had a handle for him to grab, he could lift the entire mountain.

"Rise!"

Boom—

A hammer-ring a hundred times louder than before exploded outward.

The Calamity Meteor Hammer.

After a thousand years, it was held in a palm once more.

It was only for an instant.

Li Mo quickly stowed it away into his Small World.

Then, as if drained of all strength, he collapsed onto the ground, not wanting to move even a finger, letting his sweat pool across the floor.

"Fortunately... fortunately, a divine weapon doesn't count as a living being."

"Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to store it inside the Small World."

"I actually just lifted a divine weapon!"

Young Li's chest heaved like a bellows, and stars danced before his eyes.

A flurry of chaotic thoughts bubbled up uncontrollably.

The backlash of using power that didn't belong to him was truly immense; if he had sustained it for one more breath, his physical body would likely have begun to collapse.

But, he had succeeded after all...

Li Mo's consciousness drifted, and he felt waves of drowsiness washing over him.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard an aged, sharp screech.

It sounded somewhat familiar...

Was it Elder Han He?

Night fell.

Divine Weapon Peak, the Elder's residence.

Looking around, one could see various iron materials and semi-finished blades scattered about; it was less of an elder's residence and more of an armory.

"Where is the hammer?"

"Where is the ancestral artifact of my Divine Weapon Peak?!"

Looking at Disciple Li, who was lying there unconscious and snoring away, Elder Han He paced back and forth, questioning his very existence.

Usually a composed man, he was now a picture of utter agitation and loss.

"Stop your incessant muttering."

"You're going to annoy me to death."

Shang Wu sat with her legs crossed, a glimpse of skin visible through her palace-style robes, and rested her chin on one hand as she said:

"Tsk, this stinky apprentice, sleeping so soundly. He promised to make a whole roasted lamb today..."

"What time do you think it is? You're still thinking about food!"

Elder Han He was so furious he could jump out of his skin, trembling with rage:

"That is a Divine Weapon! My Divine Weapon Peak is named after it! If it has vanished, I won't have the face to meet our ancestors even in the afterlife!"

If not for Shang Wu's presence, he would have already rushed over to shake Li Mo awake.

"It's not like anyone could use it anyway; it was just gathering dust."

Shang Wu narrowed her eyes, displeased:

"And watch your tone. Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you think I'm deaf?"

Han He: "..."

What kind of heinous crimes did I commit in my past life?

To be cursed with this master-disciple pair in this one?

"Hmm... hmm?"

Just then.

On the bed, Li, who had been asleep for the better part of the day, let out a yawn, seemingly waking up.

He opened his eyes, still hazy with sleep.

He saw a massive, aged face inches from his own, eyes bloodshot and wide.

Disciple Li jumped, nearly throwing a punch in his startle.

"Elder Han He, why are you leaning in so close? You scared the life out of me."

"I scared you? My soul was nearly scared out of my body by you!"

Elder Han He was so angry he laughed, asking urgently:

"Speak quickly, where is the hammer? Where is the ancestor's hammer?!"

"Ahem!"

Shang Wu clenched her delicate fist and gave a deliberate cough.

The implication was clear: watch your volume when speaking to someone under my protection.

Elder Han He wanted to curse.

What, you lose the lifeblood of my Divine Weapon Peak, and I'm supposed to provide smiling service?

But he knew that the more anxious he became, the less useful it would be.

Han He could only try to ask in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Disciple Li, when you went to the bottom of the Divine Blade Cave, did you see a hammer?"

As he spoke, the old man gestured with his hands:

"It was about this big..."

"I saw it."

Li Mo nodded, quite cooperative.

"Where is it? Where did it go?!"

Elder Han He's speech accelerated.

"It's gone."

Disciple Li spread his hands.

"Gone?!"

Elder Han He's vision went black.

Li Mo nodded and added:

"When I went down to the bottom of the Divine Blade Cave, I did indeed see the hammer the Elder spoke of."

"Out of curiosity, I went up and touched it, and then it was gone."

"It seems... I stored it inside a Sumeru object."

Li Mo omitted a few parts of the process.

He also swapped "Small World" for "Sumeru object."

That's right, this world possessed items like storage bags, collectively referred to as Sumeru objects.

For instance, his beautiful master's wine gourd was one such item.

Of course, this stuff wasn't as common as in some novels, where they were as ubiquitous as street trash.

It involved the most profound path of space.

Only supreme experts proficient in this path could carve out space from rare materials.

Therefore, the supply of Sumeru objects was extremely scarce.

Aside from Shang Wu, none of the other peak elders possessed such high-end goods; in the Clear Abyss Sect, only the Sect Master held one.

"My little disciple, the inheritance you obtained is quite good."

Shang Wu's almond-shaped eyes brightened slightly.

"A Sumeru object?"

Elder Han He stood rooted to the spot, stunned.

His confusion hadn't decreased; instead, it had only grown.

For example, how did Li Mo get close to the Calamity Meteor Hammer?

And how did he manage to store it away?

No matter how powerful a Sumeru object was, it couldn't store something its owner couldn't lift.

"Isn't the truth clear now?"

Shang Wu rubbed her chin, speaking with logical conviction:

"It must be that the hammer recognized him as its master."

"It's a divine weapon, after all. Perhaps it feels light as a feather to its master, but weighs ten thousand jun to everyone else, right?"

Li Mo: "??"

It sounded reasonable enough.

But the Calamity Meteor Hammer didn't seem to have that characteristic.

Suddenly, young Li noticed his beautiful master winking her almond eyes at him.

Li Mo had a flash of inspiration:

"Yes, I didn't feel it was very heavy at the time."

"Can you take it out now?"

"As you can see."

Li Mo shook his head with a bitter smile: "When I stored it, I felt a violent shock to my spirit and nearly lost consciousness. I'm afraid I won't have the ability to take it out for some time."

Shang Wu said with a beaming smile: "So, you see, my disciple needs a good rest. If his spirit is damaged, hmph, he might never be able to take it out for the rest of his life."

The master and disciple were singing from the same hymn sheet.

"Recognized as master..."

Elder Han He's vague suspicion was confirmed, yet he still couldn't stop his Dao heart from feeling a bit shattered.

The divine weapon that no one at Divine Weapon Peak had been able to move since the founder's time had been snatched up by someone from another peak.

And he was only in the Blood-Qi Realm!

While his emotions were a complex mix, he also felt utterly helpless.

The founder indeed hadn't left any relevant records behind, so what Shang Wu said was actually somewhat plausible.

The hammer was indeed no longer at the bottom of the cave.

This explanation was, at the very least, barely passable.

Reasonable as it might be, who knew if it was the truth? It was all just whatever she chose to say!

After a moment of thought, Elder Han He spoke up:

"In that case, he shall remain at Divine Weapon Peak until he can retrieve the divine weapon."