Dai Mubai closed his eyes again and willed it to change.
The golden longsword in his hand suddenly broke apart, becoming a mass of flowing golden light. The light churned and shifted: the longsword became a spear, the spear became a saber, the saber became a heavy hammer, and the hammer transformed into a golden shield. The shield dispersed again, then condensed back into a golden longsword.
Once one gateway opened, a hundred others followed. Although the process was still somewhat unpracticed, it clearly resembled a mass of liquid metal changing shape at his will.
Sword Douluo's pupils abruptly contracted. Even with the experience of a rank ninety-seven Titled Douluo, he could not help feeling a flicker of shock.
"Any weapon made of metal?"
Dai Mubai nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yes. The Gengjin White Tiger is the Lord of Ten Thousand Weapons. In theory, I can conjure every weapon under heaven."
Sword Douluo smiled with gratification. "I've cultivated the sword all my life, devoting myself to the path of the sword, to reach the realm I stand in today. Yet you, boy, were born the source of ten thousand weapons."
He patted Dai Mubai's shoulder. "Train hard. If you follow this path to its pinnacle, perhaps you'll blaze a trail of your own. Your future accomplishments will surely surpass mine."
"You flatter me, Grandpa Jian," Dai Mubai said. "I've only just found the threshold."
Sword Douluo waved a hand, his gaze returning to the golden longsword. After a moment's consideration, he said, "However, there's something I must remind you of."
"Although you can conjure any weapon, a person's energy is ultimately limited. If you practice everything, you'll end up with breadth but no mastery. Swords have their sword arts, sabers their saber skills, and spears their