Topple Qin Wangchuan, Topple Wen Dao Palace!

"I told you, his Dao Wen Dao Palace doesn't look like a sect, it looks more like a bandit's den." Chu Wujiu his arms crossed, not turning his head, and said to Li Xuan beside him, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

He had barely finished speaking when a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly rang out, filled with righteous indignation:

"That's right! Down with Qin Wangchuan! Down with the Wen Dao Palace!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that it was Zhou Yunyi was speaking.

Ji Wuchen and the other Prodigy all showed surprise—why would Zhou Yunyi, who usually acted like a superior person, be the first to jump out so clearly?

A hint of amusement flashed in Zhao Lingyun's eyes as he chuckled and teased, "Oh? We can understand defeating Qin Wangchuan. But Brother Zhou... why do you also hate the Wen Dao Palace? Could it be that you have a grudge against them in private?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yunyi seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, a fleeting hint of panic crossing his face. He quickly waved his hand in denial, "How could that be!"

He said that aloud, but inwardly he was groaning.

Should he tell everyone that he went down to the Lower Realm to show off and harvest crops, only to be treated like a lamb by the people of the Dao Wen Dao Palace and stripped naked?

He absolutely cannot say such a shameful thing!

"It truly is a unique sight." Qin Xuanji first looked up at his Eldest Brother standing in the air, then his gaze swept over the figures in the arena, still somewhat green but already displaying their sharp edges, and he exclaimed with admiration:

"The invasion from Foreign Lands was not a calamity these young people should have had to bear, but they not only stood up, they fought brilliantly."

His voice carried an unprecedented solemnity. "Even if you and I hadn't arrived, even if my Eldest Brother hadn't intervened... they could still hold up this sky."

This is the first time.

Gazing at the figure chatting and laughing freely with the geniuses of various Prodigy, Qin Xuanji murmured softly:

"He's extraordinary, truly extraordinary... It seems the Dao that Ninth Brother spoke of is not just empty talk. Given time, he will surely accomplish something earth-shattering."

Qin Kuangge nodded in agreement. "Yes."

"This quality of uniting people's hearts..." he said, looking at Qin Wangchuan surrounded by Prodigy from various races, and couldn't help but sigh, "Choosing him as the Divine Son was probably the most correct decision."

"The last time I saw Prodigy gathered to fight was when my Eldest Brother single-handedly battled nine clans."

Qin Kuangge paused as he spoke, seemingly considering his words.

"Similar to today, yet... completely different."

Qin Wudao's power is awe-inspiring, like a Lone Peak that one can only look up to.

Although Qin Wangchuan had a similar feeling, there was a subtle difference—even when facing former opponents, he could still make everyone gather here naturally.

Qin Kuangge even spotted the Ji Clan's group.

This Lineage, which was destroyed and absorbed by the Qin Clan, is now standing here spontaneously.

It's unbelievable.

Qin Xuanji nodded slightly, but a subtle, complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

'It's good, but... what's the price?'

This ability to unite people and this boldness to create new opportunities come at a price.

Qin Wangchuan brought everyone together, and naturally, he also bore the expectations, pressures, and even future consequences and calamities from all sides.

"This is... Thorn Road..."

The matter of the Immortal Path has come to a temporary end, and the returning Flying Ship cuts through the clouds.

Qin Wangchuan sat alone in the Quiet Room, finally finding a moment to take out the Iron Sword that seemed ready to crumble at any moment.

As you run your fingertips over the spiderweb-like cracks, you can clearly feel the fragility of the material, as if it would turn to dust with the slightest pressure.

"How could it... be shattered like this?" he murmured, his fingertips lingering on the deepest crack, as if he could touch the earth-shattering collision and the indomitable lament from another dimension through the cold iron.

After a moment of silence, the regret in Qin Wangchuan's eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of relief at having regained what he had lost. He gently tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

"Fortunately..." he gently stroked the crack with his fingertips, his tone filled with gratitude, "Everything can still be salvaged."

After saying that, he looked at the description of the sword on the system panel.

Because this sword comes from the system, it can be found through the panel.

[Ten Directions Profound Sword (Common Item)]

--It can devour ten thousand swords to replenish itself, and it can also manifest the true form of the Heavenly Sword. Wherever the sword's edge points, it will bring Heavenly Punishment.

Note: The grade of the weapon consumed each time cannot exceed one grade of your own, and a period of "digestion" is required after each consumption. Current consumption interval: one month.

(Note: The time required to digest the sword will increase as the sword's grade increases.)

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"There are indeed limitations to devouring. However, this is reasonable."

The art of weaponry is governed by a strict hierarchy, as insurmountable as a chasm.

From bottom to top: ordinary items, Sharp Weapon, Law Artifact, and Treasured Artifact;

These are things that ordinary people from lower and Middle Thousand Provinces use, and are not considered presentable.

Above that are Spirit Artifact.

This is a watershed moment; a small number of weapons will absorb their master's aura day and night, thus developing some sentience, and can be called Spirit Artifact.

But this is just the beginning.

Spirit Artifact only has a certain advantage in combat if it transforms into a complete 'Spirit Treasure'.

Above that are Quasi-Saint Weapon and Saint Weapon; the difference lies in whether the Weapon Spirit is complete, but regardless of the type, they all possess unpredictable power, capable of shaking mountains and rivers with a single strike.

Finally, we come to Quasi-Emperor Weapon and Emperor Weapon.

As for the Immortal Emperor Weapon, they are supreme treasures that only the Ten Great Imperial Clans can possess, each of which has the ability to alter the laws of Principle.

Of course, this excludes Immortal Emperor Weapon of the stealth type.

That's just a circus act, it's not something that can be performed on a grand stage.

"The grade of a divine weapon is determined at birth. Even after a hundred years of nurturing, it's difficult for it to undergo a fundamental transformation," Qin Wangchuan murmured to himself. "Though there are limitations, it's enough."

A Mortal Iron, at best, can only be upgraded to Sharp Weapon.

This sword, however, can break this ironclad rule and evolve continuously through devouring, which is already a heaven-defying feat.

He naturally had no shortage of nutrients to devour; the Qin Clan's resources were so abundant that they could feed hundreds or thousands of people.

What's truly scarce is the time to bring this sword back to its peak.

"Given enough time to nurture it, this seemingly broken Iron Sword will eventually devour ten thousand swords, mend its cracks, and its sharpness may even surpass that of Immortal Emperor Weapon, reclaiming its supreme True Name — the Ten Directions Profound Sword!"

As he sheathed his sword, Qin Wangchuan suddenly chuckled and shook his head.

Although it is Mystic Law Sword, the information it carries contains no trace of the profound mystery of "law".

But then I realized—

"It's not because he wields the Mystic Law Sword that he's revered as the Immortal Venerable Miao Jie."

"Instead, the Immortal Venerable Miao Jie existed first, and then the Mystic Law Sword came into being."

Let's get started.

Qin Wangchuan immediately ordered towards the door, "Someone, go find a Sharp Weapon."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the Qin Clan Guard standing outside the door bowed without hesitation and accepted the order in loud voices.

As the bodyguard of the Qin Clan Divine Son, obeying orders is an instinct ingrained in their bones.

However, as he muttered the word "Sharp Weapon" and turned to carry it out...

His facial expression gradually changed to—confusion!

"Sharp Weapon, Sharp Weapon... what was it again?"