Just after Lin Yuan suppressed the Sun and Moon Spear, a powerful wave of spiritual fluctuations began to revive within the Divine Weapon Ancestral Lands of the remaining Thirty-Five Nations of the Central Plains.
"Where's Old Eighteen gone?"
"Why has Old Eighteen's aura disappeared?"
"What exactly happened? Could it be that Old Eighteen deliberately sealed his own aura?"
"Did something unexpected occur?"
"We, the divine weapons, survey all beings from above. What could possibly surprise us?"
Several powerful divine weapon consciousnesses began communicating through their mysterious connections.
Being born from the heavenly laws, these divine weapons could effortlessly sense the presence of other divine weapons—unless one chose to isolate its own aura.
"Whatever happens, this time is crucial for us taking that final step. You all must be cautious, even if you're devouring sacrifices. Try your best not to reveal your true form," came a powerful spiritual message from a tower-shaped divine weapon.
This tower-shaped divine weapon was the first divine weapon forged by the ancient divine beings and was considered the strongest among the thirty-six or even a hundred divine weapons.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, another ten years went by.
Compared to the past, these ten years were truly tumultuous and full of change.
The conflict between the Godslayer Society and the Central Plains' Thirty-Six Nations intensified.
Moreover, the truth about beings being kept as cattle for divine weapons began to spread across the land.
Divine weapons had long viewed beings as sacrifices and food, sparking widespread dissatisfaction among people.
After all, how were they different from livestock being fattened for the slaughter? However, under the powerful suppression of the Thirty-Six Nations, this discontent could only simmer beneath the surface.
Without a leader to rally them, no matter how angry or unwilling they were, the masses could not unite.
But this time, the Godslayer Society took on the role of a 'leader', calling on beings to rise up and resist, refusing to be mindless 'livestock'.
The Great Xia Dynasty.
In the capital city, a storyteller was passionately speaking inside a tavern.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Thirty-Six Nations of the Central Plains treat us like livestock, like cattle raised by divine weapons. But why should this be so?"
"We may not care much, being old, but what about our children, our grandchildren, and the generations that follow? Why should they suffer the same fate?"
"Why can divine weapons stand above us, while we become mere food?"
"Why can divine weapons look down upon all, while we have to be gazed down upon?"
"Why can divine weapons determine everything, while we are merely decided for?"
The storyteller was obviously a member of the Godslayer Society, there to spread the society's thoughts and awaken the spirit of resistance in people.
"Right!"
"Yeah, why should this be?"
"I was born a human, why must I become food?"
The tavern guests grew excited, and not just for themselves—but for the countless unknown future generations who would live mindlessly like cattle.
It was unbearable.
"We must resist."
"Resist the divine weapons!"
A young man named Xu Chong stood up excitedly.
Not long ago, his father had been forcibly conscripted by the Great Xia Dynasty and became a sacrificial offering.
It should have been Xu Chong, but his father went to his death willingly in his place.
Hearing these words, Xu Chong's anger took over, and he echoed the storyteller's words.
He was not alone; others felt similarly.
With years of accumulated resentment, the number of people dissatisfied with the divine weapons was surely not small.
At the same time.
On the high platform, the storyteller scanned the crowd.
Within him, a cursed weapon that was seventy percent complete began to lock onto potential hosts.
"It's that one. With strong innate spirit, he should suit the master's needs as a cursed weapon bearer," the cursed weapon's gaze fell on Xu Chong.
"Alright," the storyteller nodded slightly, remembering Xu Chong.
"Something's wrong! Officials are coming!"
At that moment, someone rushed into the tavern in a hurry.
"Everyone, calm down," the storyteller quickly stood up.
"There's a hidden passage beneath the platform. If you're worried about facing officials, you can leave through it."
With a wave of the storyteller's hand, a one-meter-high entryway appeared.
Immediately, a large number of customers began fleeing through the secret passage.
No joke.
While the rebellious cries of the Godslayer Society were satisfying to hear, getting caught by officials would ensure swift punishment—destined to be served as sacrifices to divine weapons.
"That was reckless…really reckless," leaving through the passage, Xu Chong realized, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Only now did he see how unwise it had been to respond to the storyteller.
Though the Godslayer Society was powerful, the Thirty-Six Nations of the Central Plains currently held absolute dominance.
His recent behavior, if exposed, would implicate his entire family.
"I can’t die."
"I still have my mother to care for, and my sister is yet unmarried..."
Xu Chong kept thinking of his responsibilities.
"But…speaking those words just now felt…so liberating," for some reason, this thought crossed Xu Chong's mind.
As he stabilized his heart and prepared to head home, a figure stepped out from the shadows ahead.
Xu Chong recognized the figure—it was the storyteller from earlier.
"My friend," the storyteller greeted Xu Chong with a friendly smile.
"Would you be interested in joining us to overthrow the divine weapons' rule?"
At the entrance to the underground palace, Sikong Lun glanced at the dazed Xu Chong and nodded.
"Come with me."
"Alright," Xu Chong replied.
Even now, he felt as though he were dreaming.
Since the storyteller stopped him and asked if he wanted to rebel against the divine weapons, Xu Chong had unexpectedly agreed without hesitation.
Carried away, he was taken along until he ended up here.
"My mother and sister…" Xu Chong couldn't help asking as he followed behind Sikong Lun.
"Rest assured, your mother will be well cared for, and your sister needn't worry. Joining the Godslayer Society means all such concerns will be solved," Sikong Lun assured him.
"Even if someday, the Godslayer Society is destroyed by the Thirty-Six Nations, your family won't suffer repercussions."
"That’s good to hear."
Xu Chong relaxed slightly, oddly trusting Sikong Lun's words completely.
The two walked deeper along the underground passage.
"Sir," Xu Chong addressed Sikong Lun, unsure how else to call him.
"Where are we headed now?" Xu Chong asked, voicing his confusion.
The storyteller mentioned meeting someone important but left out the details.
"I'm taking you to meet someone," Sikong Lun replied without reserve.
"To see the most crucial person in the Godslayer Society. Without him, we'd still be like rats hiding in the gutters."
"Huh?" Xu Chong was taken aback and asked, "He must be very powerful, right?"
"Of course he's powerful," Sikong Lun answered confidently.
In all the land, Sikong Lun hadn't seen anyone stronger than Lin Yuan.
"I see…" Xu Chong nodded, half-understanding, then tried another question, "Is he a weapon master?"
In Xu Chong's eyes, aside from the divine weapons, weapon masters held the highest power.
A weapon master could wield a divine weapon, borrowing its strength.
Even blood-refining martial saints became as frail as ants before a weapon master.
"A weapon master?" Sikong Lun paused, a hint of disdain in his expression.
To Sikong Lun, so-called divine weapon masters or cursed weapon masters were no match for Lin Yuan.
If one had to link Lin Yuan to divine or cursed weapons in any way...
In all heavens and earth, he is the Master of Weapons.
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