I hope you succeed!
Otherwise, this era may never see another Eight-Calamity Ancestral Weapon born!
Nameless's gaze first burned with fervor, then dimmed a little.
He could tell.
Under the heavenly tribulation, the Godslayer Saber was already nearing the end of his strength.
Yet even now.
The heavenly tribulation was nowhere near over.
"An ancestral weapon's eighth heavenly tribulation has thirteen levels, each with nine strikes, for a total of one hundred and seventeen thunder tribulations. So far, fewer than five levels have passed.
"The further it goes, the stronger the heavenly tribulation becomes.
"If I'm not mistaken, Godslayer's reserves should let him hold out until the seventh level, but that will more or less be his limit!"
Nameless spoke calmly.
Standing beside him, Emperor Zhao turned to glance at him, surprise showing on his face.
"Senior, you seem to know a great deal about the eighth calamity."
"I wouldn't say that. When you've lived long enough, you inevitably witness a few things."
Nameless smiled faintly and shook his head, giving an ambiguous answer.
At that.
Emperor Zhao returned a faint smile.
"You're too modest, Senior!"
Though Nameless spoke modestly, Emperor Zhao was certain his origins were anything but simple.
Since the beginning of this era.
Only a handful of ancestral weapons had faced their eighth heavenly tribulation.
Yet his words clearly revealed a deep understanding of the eighth calamity.
Some things.
Could not necessarily be understood simply by living long enough.
But Nameless clearly did not wish to elaborate, and Emperor Zhao could hardly press him further.
Everyone had their own secrets.
Ancestral weapons were no exception.
At that moment.
The heavenly tribulation continued to descend.
Just as Nameless had said, its power was gradually increasing. In particular, after every nine strikes, when a new cycle began, its power