Lu Chen had cut out a divine spirit without a primary consciousness, nurtured specifically to repair weapons. A murderous tension spread through the Wang Family Stone Workshop, as though a battle could erupt at any moment.
The Various Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland could rightly be called immortal legacies. Each had endured for over a hundred thousand years, flourishing from the Desolate Ancient Era to the present day.
Desolate Ancient Families such as the Jiang Family and Ji Family had been founded by Ancient Great Emperors, and their reserves were unfathomable.
Although not every Holy Land had been founded by an Ancient Great Emperor, they were by no means weak. Some of their forebears had taken nature as their teacher and modeled themselves on heaven and earth, producing generation after generation of sages and passing down peerless ancient scriptures.
The supreme treasures of the Various Holy Lands were, at the very least, Inherited Saint Weapons. Their power was terrifying to the extreme, possessing almost enough divine might to split heaven and earth. They could endure alongside the world, imperishable through the ages, and were enough to ensure a great power's lasting prosperity.
Even Primordial Saint Weapons, a tier below them, could endure for tens of thousands of years. With their long histories, the Various Holy Lands had all produced more than one Saint and certainly possessed such weapons left behind by them.
Yet after the weathering of countless years, most had decayed or become damaged. The ownerless weapon soul now in Lu Chen's hands could restore them to their complete state, turning them into flawless Primordial Saint Weapons.
How valuable was such a weapon soul? It was truly worth cities, its value beyond measure.
And then there was that supreme aura that had just come from the direction of