"Only divine weapons can counter divine weapons?" Lin Yuan’s expression remained calm.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with this statement.
For thousands of years, under the secret influence of divine weapons, the martial path of this world had become distorted, only focusing on refining the body and enhancing blood energy.
Even the most talented individuals could not surpass the stage of a Blood Refining Martial Saint, merely becoming a 'delicacy' in the eyes of numerous divine weapons.
A Blood Refining Martial Saint was at most equivalent to the second tier at its peak.
In comparison, the divine weapons themselves were at least at the quasi-fourth tier.
If measured by the hierarchy of the main world, there was a gap of at least a dozen realms between them.
"So you're saying the so-called 'Cursed Weapons' are also divine weapons?" Lin Yuan asked with interest.
"That’s indeed the case," Sikong Lun nodded and explained, "Given your status, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to know that all divine weapons trace back to ten thousand years ago."
Ten thousand years ago, ancient divine beings sacrificed mountains and dissolved seas to forge numerous divine weapons.
All the current divine weapons originated from that era.
Lin Yuan’s thoughts churned as he remained calm while looking at Sikong Lun.
Under Lin Yuan's gaze, Sikong Lun felt much pressure and continued, "Ten thousand years ago, the ancient divine beings forged far more than thirty-six divine weapons."
"But for reasons unknown, most were shattered later, leaving only thirty-six complete divine weapons."
"Those shattered divine weapons were later classified as 'Cursed Weapons' by the thirty-six nations of the Central Plains."
Sikong Lun relayed everything in one breath.
Even within the Godslayer Society, these details were considered top-secret knowledge, known only to helmsmen like him.
These secrets didn’t affect the fundamental operations of the society, so he was within his rights to disclose them.
"I see," Lin Yuan acknowledged, resolving many doubts in his mind.
"Sire, though I don't know which faction you hail from, know that the thirty-six divine weapons treat us humans worse than livestock, devouring large numbers of living sacrifices at regular intervals. Such actions – who could endure them?"
Seeing Lin Yuan remain silent, Sikong Lun immediately spoke again.
The Godslayer Society managed to survive despite being hunted by the thirty-six nations because, besides relying on some 'Cursed Weapons' for protection, the divine weapons' practice of feeding on humans easily stirred a rebellious spirit among many in the human race.
Once people learned the truth, many, though not joining the Godslayer Society, at least wouldn’t oppose it.
After all, one might not resist divine rule, but neither would they hinder the Godslayer Society.
Just in case the Godslayer Society succeeded in overthrowing the divine rule, being human might bring benefits.
"Do you want me to join the Godslayer Society?" Lin Yuan's face showed a trace of an unusual expression.
He did have some thoughts about the Godslayer Society, but not about joining.
Rather, he intended for the Society to serve his purposes.
"Bring a 'Cursed Weapon' here, and I'll consider it," Lin Yuan said after pondering for a while.
So far, Lin Yuan was still not a match for a fully-fledged 'divine weapon.' But while he couldn’t deal with a divine weapon, surely he could handle a cursed one?
A Cursed Weapon, being a shattered piece of divine power, retained only a fraction of its might.
Further weakened by years of hiding and inability to consume human energy and souls on a large scale, its strength doesn't greatly surpass that of a Martial Saint, perhaps being akin to a diluted version of a Martial God.
In such a scenario, Lin Yuan became interested in studying the Cursed Weapons.
No matter how feeble a Cursed Weapon might be, it was still once a divine weapon.
Using his heaven-defying comprehension, he might uncover the weaknesses of real divine weapons from them.
"Consider it?"
Sikong Lun's pupils slightly contracted.
His earlier words were only meant to arouse Lin Yuan's pity and spare his life.
He hadn't expected Lin Yuan to genuinely consider it.
After all, the idea that divine weapons feast on humanity was typically insufficient to sway major figures.
Such figures, being high above in status, wouldn’t be personally affected by a divine weapon’s appetite.
To Sikong Lun, Lin Yuan was undoubtedly a significant player among big figures.
"Alright,"
"But I'll need to return to the headquarters,"
"There's a piece of a divine weapon there that only I can find."
Sikong Lun agreed decisively, unable to think of a reason for Lin Yuan to deceive him.
Cursed Weapons, though mere fragments of divine power, possessed self-awareness.
No twenty Martial Saints, let alone two hundred, could confine a single Cursed Weapon.
Under Lin Yuan’s command, Sikong Lun departed the palace smoothly.
"If such a major figure indeed joins the Godslayer Society..."
Sikong Lun was overjoyed.
Although Lin Yuan never revealed his true identity, the fact that he alone could flatten the headquarters already signified formidable strength and influence.
With someone like Lin Yuan’s support, the Society's future would undoubtedly be brighter.
Buoyed by this thought, Sikong Lun quickened his pace.
At the Godslayer Society headquarters, although flattened, a few remained to stand guard.
Arriving, Sikong Lun bore a complex expression, ready to deliver Lin Yuan's order.
Soon, Sikong Lun reached the deepest underground chamber – a stone room seemingly empty.
Sikong Lun approached a corner, murmuring a few words before dripping a few drops of blood.
Rumble.
A stone door slowly opened.
Sikong Lun sighed slightly in relief at this sight.
The door's opening implied that the Cursed Weapon hadn’t departed.
Being sentient, Cursed Weapons often left once the headquarters was leveled, which was only natural.
Inside the stone door, Sikong Lun walked to a stone platform, bowing slightly, and lowly greeted, "Greetings, great one."
On the stone platform lay a 'fragment,' appearing as part of a mirror.
"Oh?"
"Wasn’t this Godslayer Society site destroyed?"
"How come you’re still alive?"
A wave of thought emanated from the 'fragment' on the stone platform, carrying a faint hint of interest.
"Here’s what happened,"
Sikong Lun conveyed everything he knew.
There was no choice because he needed the fragment’s consent to bring it to Lin Yuan.
"I see,"
The 'fragment's thought wavily resonated,
"Are you suggesting that once I meet this person, I should directly try to control him?"
The 'fragment' belonged to a part of the divine weapon, the Holy Heart Mirror.
Even broken, it retained the power to confuse and enslave minds.
Such abilities, if used too frequently, proved burdensome even to the fragment itself.
Most crucially, when a Cursed Weapon acted, the fluctuations it emitted were easily detected by genuine divine weapons, possibly triggering a national divine weapon to awaken.
That was why the Holy Heart Mirror fragment hadn’t acted when the site was destroyed.
Of course, the chances were slim, yet the Cursed Weapons dared not ignore them.
However, enslaving a significant figure like Lin Yuan would yield benefits far beyond the risks.
Notably, if the Holy Heart Mirror fragment could consume a mere ten of Lin Yuan’s twenty Martial Saints, it would hugely restore its original divine strength.
In the thirty-six nations of the Central Plains, each possessed a national divine weapon that regularly devoured substantial living sacrifices, a luxury not afforded to the likes of the Holy Heart Mirror fragment.
"Are you sure you’re speaking the truth?" The Holy Heart Mirror fragment emitted thought once more.
"My lord, it’s all true," Sikong Lun assured seriously.
Gaining the Cursed Weapon’s help required an offering.
"Very well,"
"Take me to him,"
The Holy Heart Mirror fragment hovered up, landing in Sikong Lun’s hand.
Bringing it, Sikong Lun soon found himself outside the palace once more.
"What a nostalgic aroma,"
The Holy Heart Mirror fragment, hidden in Sikong Lun’s embrace, emitted faint thought.
Merely standing at the gate, it sensed several Martial Saint auras.
Even though Blood Refining Martial Saints were rare treats for real divine weapons, they were even more so for the Holy Heart Mirror fragment, an outsider among Cursed Weapons.
It couldn’t recall its last Blood Refining Martial Saint feast.
Two hundred years ago? Three hundred? Five hundred?
With these emotions stirring, the Holy Heart Mirror fragment followed Sikong Lun into the deep halls.
The passing auras continued to excite the fragment until it held only one thought—quickly seize control of Lin Yuan.
Then, through commanding Lin Yuan, have the Blood Refining Martial Saints line up to be consumed.
Half an incense stick of time later, Sikong Lun halted before the innermost great hall.
This was where he'd met Lin Yuan, and surely Lin Yuan was still waiting inside.
"My lord, we’ve arrived," Sikong Lun tapped his chest lightly, alerting the Holy Heart Mirror fragment.
"I know, I know,"
The fragment replied impatiently.
However, remaining cautious, it instinctively utilized a vestige of its divine abilities to sense within the great hall.
"What’s this?"
The Holy Heart Mirror fragment’s consciousness surged with turmoil.
Using its divine proximity, it instinctively grasped the presence of extreme danger.
"What’s going on?"
Stricken with doubt and surprise, it hesitated.
Nothing should threaten it short of a true divine weapon.
And the divine bond it relied on felt no such presence within the hall.
Yet this lethal peril it sensed shook its entire being.
"Never mind,"
"This place isn’t safe,"
A brief reflection, and the Holy Heart Mirror fragment resolved to withdraw.
With lingering hesitance, it swept over nearby Blood Refining Martial Saints, withdrawing finally.
Swish!
A streak of light suddenly soared from Sikong Lun’s embrace.
Upon closer inspection, it was a fragment resembling part of a mirror.
"Leave,"
The Holy Heart Mirror fragment shot off into the palace.
At this moment, a voice arose from inside the great hall.
"Since you’re here, don’t you want to take a look?"
In an instant, the forces of heaven and earth surged, the power of the moon and sun merging.
A colossal, black-and-white hand enveloped and caught the distant, fleeing Holy Heart Mirror fragment like a chick, swiftly pulling it back into the hall.
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