"A shattered Divine Weapon?" Meng Qi murmured. Looking again at the black hall, he found it covered in marks of lightning strikes, flames, and frost, yet it still stood as steady as a mountain.
"They should be weapons left behind by those two Dharma Bodies outside." Ji Hao's eyes shimmered as they reflected scenes from the passage of time, allowing him to "see" the battle from tens of thousands of years ago.
Purple lightning collided with an icy river, yet no matter how hard they tried, they could not break the seal Emperor Zhenwu had left behind.
In the end, they exhausted themselves to death!
"Back then, Dharma Bodies found this treasure vault, but they could not open the seal no matter what they did. Even when Divine Weapons shattered and Heaven and Earth were pierced through, they could do nothing to the restriction!" Ji Hao explained to Meng Qi.
"Judging from how the aura of those shattered Divine Weapons has completely dissipated, Dharma Bodies must have broken in here at least tens of thousands of years ago."
"Leave nothing behind when geese fly over or beasts pass through. I won't stand on ceremony." Ji Hao laughed heartily. With a lift of his hand, a surging torrent of rippling light swept from his sleeve, pierced through the ice in an instant, and gathered up the many Divine Weapon fragments.
He cultivated the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong. Although he focused on the path of transformation, he had not neglected the cultivation of his physical body.
He also regularly trained the supernatural power of Three Heads and Six Arms.
At the very least, he had to fill all six hands.
With the Tiger Soul Saber, Asura Sword, and Diamond Vajra, he was still short three Divine Weapons. Even if he found a way