102: Chapter 102 The Dao of Weapons and the Choice of Masters for Spiritual Weapons

The Artifact Refining Assembly, which had attracted thousands of Artifact Refiners, was nearing its end and about to conclude.

In the arena, many Artifact Refiners were still making final preparations. Some were forming seals with their hands, using arcane techniques to engrave array patterns in an effort to make the Magical Artifacts they were refining even more powerful.

Others were utilizing furnaces, tossing nearly completed Magical Artifacts inside to continuously smelt them, removing Impurities, and seeking to forge Magical Artifacts with greater might and tougher texture.

In the Purple Mansion area, the brilliant, dazzling radiance of Spiritual Artifacts shone everywhere, with myriad colored rays of light, causing many Qi Refining Cultivators to tear up uncontrollably and hurriedly cover their eyes, not daring to look any longer.

"Dou Zhan Fellow Daoist, if you can help me obtain that Spiritual Artifact Pill Furnace, within two sixty-year cycles, I will not take a single cent and will help the Chen family refine pills for free." Master Feng Cong looked toward a certain spot in the Purple Mansion area, his eyes burning with heat, where a bronze-colored Pill Furnace, emitting a misty luster, was floating.

Yuan Feng looked in the direction of his gaze and quickly had a plan in mind: "Master Feng Cong, rest assured. Even if that Pill Furnace falls into someone else's hands, this King will snatch it for you. This King has already killed several Purple Mansion True Persons; a few more won't matter."

Hearing this, Feng Cong's tiger-like body shook. This Battle Spirit Ape was truly worthy of being a Yao Beast; his Killing Intent was so heavy, and he talked about killing a Purple Mansion True Person as if it were nothing, which truly made him ashamed.

"Dou Zhan Fellow Daoist, there is no need for that. This Spiritual Artifact Pill Furnace will only choose those fated to have it; a twisted melon is not sweet."

Yuan Feng shook his head, stretched out a furry palm, and patted this Alchemy Great Master, saying with a serious expression: "But Master, although a twisted melon is not sweet, it is thirst-quenching."

"Besides, Spiritual Artifacts are made to be used by people. How can there be any talk of them choosing people? You must understand one thing: we Cultivators are the masters. Whether it is a Spiritual Artifact or a Magic Treasure, they are merely tools."

"If a tool wants to choose its own master, where is such a good thing? At worst, I will just scatter its spirituality and condense a new one."

Hearing this, Feng Cong's body trembled. He felt that what Yuan Feng said made a lot of sense and was impossible to refute.

One must know that this is the Cultivation World, a world of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak, where people are the fish and the meat on the chopping block.

If you don't fight for it, there are plenty of others who will. Who cares if it's fated or not? Just get the item first.

"Feng Cong has been taught." Feng Cong bowed to Yuan Feng with a solemn tone.

Yuan Feng nodded slightly and then asked: "By the way, Master, does this Artifact Refining Assembly have any prizes?"

He and Chen Fufeng did not know much about this Artifact Refining Assembly. Their main reason for coming to Changli Commandery was to refine his own life-bound Spiritual Artifact; participating in this assembly was just something done in passing.

"Dou Zhan Fellow Daoist, you may not know, but this Artifact Refining Assembly has no prizes, or rather, the richness of the prizes depends entirely on the Artifact Refiner themselves."

"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed in Yuan Feng's eyes. It depends entirely on the Artifact Refiner? What kind of statement is that?

Subsequently, Feng Cong gave a simple explanation to the man and the ape, making them both suddenly understand.

The main purpose of this Artifact Refining Assembly is to gather the Artifact Dao Luck of the Great Qi Cultivation Kingdom, using this as a lever to pry open the Artifact Dao Luck of the entire world, thereby attracting the baptism of Artifact Dao Luck.

The higher the grade and the better the texture of the refined Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts, the more Artifact Dao Luck can be pried, and the greater and better the baptism received.

Furthermore, Magical Artifacts that receive the baptism of Artifact Dao Luck will more easily develop spirituality, and for third-grade Spiritual Artifacts, the spirituality born will be elevated, full of spirit.

Just then, the last Artifact Refiner finished refining their Magical Artifact. Nine low, melodious drum sounds rang out, echoing throughout Changli Commandery, signaling that this Artifact Refining Assembly had come to an end.

Yuan Feng looked up at the high heavens, activating his Illuminating Demon Eye. Golden patterns appeared around his eye sockets, and his pitch-black pupils were stained with a touch of pure gold.

He had a feeling in the dark that the moment the drum sounds rang out, something incredible seemed to have appeared above Changli Commandery, causing a feeling of great terror to rise in his heart.

"Is it Artifact Dao Luck?"

Yuan Feng stared intently, as if he had seen something indescribable. His pupils contracted violently, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Is this the form of Artifact Dao Luck manifesting, or... the projection of a big shot sitting on the dao position of the Artifact Dao?"

He saw a phantom of a furnace, entirely crimson, boundless in size, with ninety-nine True Dragons, ninety-nine Phoenixes, ninety-nine Qilins, and ninety-nine White Tigers carved on its surface.

Inside, flames hotter and brighter than the sun were burning, and one after another, mysterious patterns representing the essence of the Dao appeared on it. A hammer cast from black gold was being roasted by the flames inside the furnace.

However, this was not what shocked Yuan Feng the most. Behind that furnace stood a metallic-textured... Iron Throne, stuck with all kinds of weapons.

On this Iron Throne sat a figure as tall as the sky, Supreme and noble, as if it were the source of the Artifact Dao and the symbol of all Artifact Refiners in the world.

Behind the Iron Throne, there seemed to be a cemetery, containing hundreds of millions of graves, dense and boundless, as if burying all the weapons destroyed or damaged in the world.

"Just how high is the combat power ceiling of this world?!" The Divine Ability power within Yuan Feng surged, constantly repairing his damaged eyes.

One must know that his Yao body could shatter third-grade Medium Grade Spiritual Artifacts and go head-to-head with third-grade High Grade Spiritual Artifacts without falling behind, but just by taking one look at what was suspected to be the manifestation of Artifact Dao Luck, he suffered such heavy injuries, his eyes burned by the flames within the furnace phantom.

"Fortunately, fortunately that existence sitting on the Iron Throne did not notice me, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." A drop of cold sweat ran down Yuan Feng's forehead. This was likely the highest-spec existence he had come into contact with since coming to this world.

As for the source of his Bloodline that he saw during his Bloodline evolution, it was far from being as terrifying as this figure. Perhaps it was because of their Bloodline connection that it did not reveal its true might to him.

As for the relative status of the two, Yuan Feng could not compare them. Both seemed to represent the extreme of a Dao, symbols of a certain Dao.

However, Yuan Feng was more inclined towards the Bloodline source of the Battle Spirit Ape clan. After all, it was known for Dou Zhan and was invincible in combat. If they really fought, the Bloodline source would definitely have the advantage.

"The higher the Realm, the higher the vision, the more one can see, the more one knows, and the more one can feel one's own insignificance." Yuan Feng sighed inwardly.

Dou Zhans between Purple Mansion True Persons could shift mountains and rivers, turning ranges of mountains into ruins; the destructive power goes without saying.

Above that were Golden Core True Monarchs, Nascent Soul Venerables, Supreme Immortal Lords...

"I'm afraid that in the eyes of the Supreme existences of this world, even creating the world is nothing more than this."

Just as Yuan Feng was sighing, the situation in the arena changed. Piece after piece of Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts soared into the sky, their dazzling and intense radiance illuminating the vault of heaven, as if they were receiving and calling out to something.

Under the shocked gazes of many Cultivators, streaks of visible light descended from the sky, like ten thousand white dragons descending from the Nine Heavens, varying in size, enveloping the Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts along with their creators.

"The baptism of Artifact Dao Luck. This is a great event for the Artifact Refiners of the Great Qi Cultivation Kingdom in the last thirty years," Immortal Master Feng Cong sighed.

Chen Fufeng was full of astonishment, not expecting to see such a scene upon coming to Changli Commandery. It was not a wasted trip, truly not a wasted trip.

The baptism of Artifact Dao Luck lasted for a full half-month, yet not a single Cultivator left.

They knew that after the baptism of Luck ended, it would be the time for the Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts to choose their masters. For them, that was the biggest purpose of this trip.

There had been instances where Spiritual Artifacts or even Spirit Treasures chose Qi Refining Cultivators, so there were countless Qi Refining Cultivators on the square, all just for that sliver of heaven-defying opportunity.

Anyone who could be chosen by a Spiritual Artifact could not possibly be a mediocre person; at the very least, they possessed a certain amount of Luck.

Therefore, for the various Purple Mansion Factions and even Golden Core Upper Sects present, this was an opportunity to recruit excellent Disciples that could not be missed.

And for the Immortal Sects that had Nascent Soul Earth Immortals suppressing the Sect's Luck, there was no need to search for them themselves; those with great Luck would naturally come to join. Their prestige was far higher than that of the Golden Core Upper Sects.

Immortal Sects, the word "Immortal" alone was enough to explain everything. They were true great Sects of the Immortal Dao, ranking among the top forces whether in the Great Qi Cultivation Kingdom or other cultivation kingdoms.

Whoosh!

As a second-grade top-grade magic sword shot straight into the sky, streaking across the firmament like a swimming dragon, revealing a hint of spirituality, it signaled that this baptism of Artifact Dao Luck was nearing its end and about to conclude.

One after another, Magical Artifacts soared into the sky, far more spiritual than ordinary Magical Artifacts, and each one had the potential to give birth to true spirituality and become a third-grade Spiritual Artifact.

One by one, Qi Refining Cultivators and even Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators were overjoyed because Magical Artifacts were choosing them.

A Sixth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivator swallowed, looking at the second-grade top-grade magic sword floating in front of him, and reached out to grasp it, completing the recognition of the master in an instant.

"I knew that I, Zhao Ritian, was not an ordinary person, but a future Purple Mansion True Person!"

This Qi Refining Cultivator laughed up at the sky, and soon several Foundation Establishment elders descended. They were deacons of a Purple Mansion Faction.

Zhao Ritian being able to have a second-grade top-grade Magical Artifact recognize him as master meant he still had some Luck on him. Although not as good as Cultivators chosen by Spiritual Artifacts, it was not bad either; in the future, he could at least reach the Foundation Establishment Peak and become a pillar of strength.

Soon, the recognition of first and second-grade Magical Artifacts was completed. The Purple Mansion True Persons did not make any moves; the subsequent selection of masters by Spiritual Artifacts was the top priority.

"Dou Zhan Fellow Daoist, if it really doesn't work, I can only rely on you." Immortal Master Feng Cong looked at Yuan Feng.

The latter nodded slightly. As long as the Five Laws Great Zhenren did not intervene, he was confident in seizing that bronze Pill Furnace.

Clang!

At this moment, a bell sound like a great yellow bell rang out. A third-grade Medium Grade bell-type Spiritual Artifact bloomed with brilliant radiance, rising into the sky like a small sun, and then rapidly fell, appearing in front of an Early-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator.

"This is... a Spiritual Artifact choosing me?"

This Early-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator could hardly believe his eyes, trembling as he reached out to grasp it, completing the recognition of the master in an instant.

Following the recognition of this Spiritual Artifact, more and more Spiritual Artifacts soared into the sky, looking for masters suitable for themselves.

The bronze Pill Furnace valued by Immortal Master Feng Cong also moved, but the direction was not towards them, but flying towards a Qi Refining Cultivator.

"What?!"