After most of the people had entered, the wooden box slowly opened, revealing weapons that shimmered with precious light.
These ten weapons were a spear, a long sword, a saber, a fan, a round pearl, a hidden weapon box, an umbrella, a suit of armor, two curved blades, and ten small daggers.
These were the ten supreme weapons, ten peerless weapons all ranked Heaven Grade high-grade.
"The inheritance ceremony now begins. Anyone interested may come forward and attempt to communicate with the weapon spirits. If you are acknowledged by a weapon spirit, you may take the weapon away."
At that moment, a puppet appeared atop the Arena. Red light flickered in its eyes as it spoke in an incomparably cold voice.
"But before you come up, know your own limits. If you are not acknowledged by the weapon spirit, it will mercilessly blast you off the stage. I hope you are mentally prepared."
After speaking, the puppet stepped aside and said no more.
Meanwhile, the great powers around them stood at a distance, showing no intention of moving. In the outside world, it was their home ground, but here, it was not.
Throughout history, those acknowledged by weapon spirits had always been young prodigies. Old bones like them had no hope at all.
"Since everyone is still watching, I'll set an example for you. I'll go first."
Seeing the young people around him hesitating, Li Xian said with a smile, folding fan in hand. Then, brimming with confidence, he strode toward the Arena.
He was the young master of a first-rate force in Mystic Yellow Prefecture. His talent was outstanding, and his luck was exceptionally good as well. To gain a weapon spirit's acknowledgment, talent was one factor, but one's fortune had to keep pace too.
Li Xian stepped onto