By the standards of All Heavens, a Spirit Weapon with an Artifact Spirit could fight on its own and wield considerable power even without a master controlling it.
Generally speaking, a Ten-Thousand-Pattern Spirit Weapon could rival an Early-Stage Great Grandmaster;
A fifteen-thousand-pattern Spirit Weapon could rival a Mid-Stage Grandmaster;
A twenty-thousand-pattern Spirit Weapon could rival a Late-Stage Grandmaster;
A twenty-five-thousand-pattern Spirit Weapon could contend with a Peak-Stage Grandmaster.
Of course, a Spirit Weapon's exact combat power varied according to its own traits.
And the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon undoubtedly belonged among the very best.
Without its master's support or drawing on any of its hidden reserves, the Mo Yuan Spear Spirit had already reached seventy percent of Qin Yan's own strength.
An ordinary Ten-Thousand-Pattern Spirit Weapon would have been impressive if it reached even twenty or thirty percent of his strength.
The difference between the two was plain to see.
Over the next stretch of time, Qin Yan once again immersed his mind in the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon and carefully studied the Spirit Weapon Skill it had awakened upon reaching Ten-Thousand Patterns.
Ten thousand patterns flickered along the spear, while ancient, profound knowledge flowed into his mind like a gentle stream.
Fifteen minutes later, Qin Yan slowly opened his eyes. A rare trace of bewilderment surfaced in their depths.
"This Spirit Weapon Skill... is truly unlike any other."
He murmured the words softly.
The skill Mo Yuan had gained upon reaching Ten-Thousand Patterns was simply too unusual.
In the past, Mo Yuan had awakened two Spirit Weapon Skills with each advancement. This time, he had awakened only one.
Yet that single skill was powerful enough to shake even Qin Yan.
Its name was—Spear Spirit Clone.
That was right. The skill was tied to the Spear Spirit.
Qin Yan even