With one hammer blow, Li Mo smashed the storm clouds pressing down like a besieged city for a home run. Waves of exhaustion surged through his body, yet beneath his tattered clothes, tribulation light flickered amid the treasure light on his skin.
Clang—
Hammer Treasure reverted from a great hammer into a small one. Its mystical patterns dimmed, leaving it looking like the simplest forging hammer, yet the aura it gave off was enough to make one's heart quail.
It waited quietly for the new name its master would give it after its rebirth.
"Ten years to sharpen a sword; its frosty edge has never been tested."
Holding the hammer, Li Mo felt heroic spirit well up in his heart:
"You are Hammer Treasure, and I am a sword hero. We are the closest of partners. From now on, Hammer Treasure, your nickname will be Sword."
'Buzz?'
Hammer Treasure's spirituality had improved considerably, but it was still a hammer in the end. It could not understand why a hammer like it needed a nickname, or why that nickname even contained the word sword.
But its master looked so solemn. He must value it greatly.
So Hammer Treasure vibrated happily twice and accepted its new name.
"Mm, then your proper name will be the Rock Tribulation Ruyi Hammer."
Only then did Li Mo give Hammer Treasure a proper name in an equally perfunctory manner. He turned around, raised his head, stepped onto the clouds, and entered the main hall.
"It's finally over?"
"It's good that you're alright, good that you're alright."
When Li Mo entered the hall, everyone noticed that not only was he carrying that awe-inspiring hammer, but his own aura had also grown much deeper.
No matter how they looked at him, he was brimming with vigor, striding like