"What's the problem!?"
Qin Hao looked bewildered. "Isn't it just using heaven and earth as a furnace and refining the entire Esoteric Sect into a Divine Artifact? Do you really need to make that face!?"
"'Just'!?"
Lin San rolled his eyes. "Do you know why every Divine Artifact recorded in Ancient Wasteland history has been shaped like a saber, spear, sword, or halberd!?"
"Why!?"
Qin Hao blinked, his eyes clear and innocent.
"Because great works are hard to make!"
Lin San's expression turned serious. "Anyone with a little common sense knows that adding more rare materials makes a Divine Artifact more powerful, but also larger. Yet even crafting small Divine Weapons like sabers, spears, swords, and halberds has already exhausted everything those Artifact Refining masters learned in their lifetimes. Don't even get me started on making some enormous Divine Artifact."
"Great works are hard to make!?"
Qin Hao looked down at the mini Meow Meow Hammer in his hand, then raised his head to look at the mountain wrapped in divine fire.
No comparison, no pain!
"Be careful in a moment. One careless mistake, and you're dead!"
Lin San reminded him gravely. "You saw the Nine Tripods Brother Lin crafted last time. They could absolutely be called the greatest artifact in Ancient Wasteland history, but compared with this mountain, they're still a Lesser Wu next to a Great Wu."
"The Nine Tripods!"
Qin Hao couldn't help shuddering. At last, he realized how serious this was.
When they faced the Nine Tripods' Tribulation Lightning last time, he and Lin San had used every trump card they had and still barely managed to stay alive.
This mountain was so much bigger than the Nine Tripods. He simply couldn't imagine how terrifying the Tribulation Lightning would be.
"Qin Emperor truly is a once-in-an-eternity