"Thousand Mountain Blood!"
Jianmu silently repeated the name, his gaze burning as he looked at the saber suspended in midair.
The name alone told him this divine weapon was extraordinary.
And that was not all.
When his gaze fell on Thousand Mountain Blood, he saw intricate runes engraved on it. At a glance, they seemed to manifest dao resonance.
As for what Jianmu was thinking...
Qin Shujian understood perfectly, but he did not say much.
In truth...
Thousand Mountain Blood had been the first divine weapon he wielded. Even after obtaining the Godslayer Saber, he had never discarded it.
Although he no longer used it, he had kept it safely stored.
However...
At Qin Shujian's current level, a Four-Seal Dao Artifact was of no use whatsoever.
Even a weapon he casually formed from a roadside stone would be stronger than Thousand Mountain Blood, a Four-Seal Dao Artifact.
Come to think of it...
Qin Shujian had once considered reforging Thousand Mountain Blood into a more powerful divine weapon.
However...
Once reforged, Thousand Mountain Blood would no longer be the original Thousand Mountain Blood.
And so...
He had never put that idea into practice.
As time passed...
Qin Shujian had almost forgotten Thousand Mountain Blood existed.
Only Jianmu's arrival and his words had reminded him of this divine weapon, which had nearly been forgotten and left to gather dust.
As a Four-Seal Dao Artifact, Thousand Mountain Blood was of little use to him.
But if it could be infused with the power of faith and eventually become a nine-tribulation ancestral weapon, it would be an immensely powerful divine weapon.
Though its chances of becoming a nine-tribulation ancestral weapon were slim...
There was still hope.
With a wave of his hand...
Power surged forth again, and Thousand Mountain Blood's aura instantly weakened and