Lu Yin grabbed the hook and squeezed it hard. The material was remarkably tough, and the moment he touched it, it nearly froze him. He could feel the biting cold. He had no idea what it was made of. What a waste.
He continued farther in. Before long, he spotted a long saber and twitched at the corner of his eye. From a distance, it looked like a long saber. Up close, it was still a long saber—but its edge and spine crossed over each other, so neither side was just the edge or just the spine. Both sides were simultaneously edge and spine. Worse, there was a barb on the hilt. Lu Yin had no idea whether this thing could hurt an enemy, but it would definitely hurt its wielder. Strange Ancestor, Strange Ancestor—you really were strange.
Lu Yin shook his head and kept walking.
He had covered nearly half the metal box's interior. With his domain, not a single weapon could escape his notice. The strangest weapon he had seen was a tail: no matter how it was swung, its tip always stabbed toward its wielder. The sharpest was an arrow, all crooked and full of holes. It could never hit a target if shot, and it was useless as a melee weapon, too. Its edge was incredibly sharp, yet the arrowhead itself was blunt. The sharp part was where the head joined the shaft. Lu Yin had no idea how it was supposed to be used.
Dozens of weapons floated behind him, large and small. Every one was made from excellent materials—materials even he cared about—yet Strange Ancestor had used them to make these ridiculous things.
Lu Yin was sure these materials would have been precious in any era. Many of them had likely gone extinct by