Old Ancestor Xuanming tentatively injected a little spiritual power.
Hum.
A dark-gold screen of light instantly lit up across the shield's surface, sheltering him securely behind it.
The solidity emanating from that screen was countless times greater than that of the Century-Origin Ice Shield he condensed himself.
Old Ancestor Xuanming was so excited that the fat all over his body quivered.
Hugging the shield, he repeatedly kowtowed against the ground.
"Thank you, Token Master! Thank you for this gift!"
"With this treasure, this old man's life is as good as saved!"
"From now on, wherever you point, I'll strike! No hesitation!"
Zhou Xuan turned around and looked at Dark Nether, who was babbling incoherently with excitement on the ground, and Cangwu beside him, his war intent boiling.
"Take your things and get the hell out to refine them."
Zhou Xuan's voice was tinged with impatience.
"When we reach the Outpost, anyone who drops the ball will be the first sacrifice to my battle banner."
Sword in hand, Old Ancestor Cangwu strode out of the Armory.
Hugging his shield, Old Ancestor Xuanming scrambled after him.
Zhou Xuan was left alone in the Armory.
He continued deeper inside.
The farther he went, the fewer magical treasures there were on the weapon racks, but the fluctuations of law they radiated grew increasingly terrifying.
At the deepest part of the Armory, Zhou Xuan stopped.
An enormous circular dais stood ahead.
An immense object rested silently atop it.
It was a Giant Crossbow with an extraordinarily savage design.
Its body was a hundred feet long, forged entirely from an unknown black metal, its surface covered in dark-red stains of dried blood.
The thick bowstring was stretched taut, carrying a tension that could tear space apart.
Intricate Immortal Court formation patterns were carved into the Giant