Li Mo was completely unaware that someone had set their sights on him.

Fourth level of the Divine Edge Cavern.

The Martial Sharp Intent Qi surged, and the fierce wind howled, making the cave sound like it was filled with ghostly wails.

If one's body hadn't been tempered or they lacked special techniques, they would likely be shredded to pieces by the sharp wind in an instant.

Yet, the young man's body stood firm and unmoving.

Through his tattered clothes, one could see his skin faintly glowing with a precious light.

"Inhale..."

"Exhale..."

Li Mo's body, in the midst of a breakthrough, was akin to a weapon being honed.

Under the grinding of the sharp intent, the rust gradually fell away, revealing its sharp edge...

Most disciples of the Qingyuan Sect used ordinary weapons.

Only a few in the Inner Sect could possess a Sharp Weapon.

Some acquired theirs from the Divine Edge Cavern, while others purchased them externally.

Now, Li Mo's body was approaching the level of a Sharp Weapon.

Suddenly.

The dissipating aura became even more intense.

The precious light on Li Mo's body grew stronger, finally reaching a critical point.

He abruptly opened his eyes, a fierce gleam flashing in his gaze, and gently exhaled.

Pfft—

A small pit appeared on the opposite cave wall.

A breath of turbid air, like a sharp arrow.

If it hit someone at the initial stage of the Vital Energy Realm, it could severely injure them, if not kill them.

Li Mo stood up, paying no mind to his tattered clothes, and clenched his fist, feeling the abundant power.

He picked up a piece of bluestone and applied a bit of force.

Silently, stone powder slipped through his fingers.

"A body comparable to a Sharp Weapon."

"Not to mention a Ninth-Grade Exotic Beast, even an Eighth-Grade one would find it hard to break my defense."

Li Mo dusted off the stone powder from his hand, examining it in the dim light, feeling increasingly satisfied.

Hmm, his skin color hadn't changed, it seemed even fairer now?

Like he'd applied a smoothing filter...

"Thank you."

Li Mo solemnly bowed to the six Mystic Armaments, including the Scarlet Firmament Sword.

Buzz—

The Mystic Armaments emitted a slight hum, as if responding.

Then, Li Mo walked to the end of the fourth level of the Divine Edge Cavern.

Holding a Night Pearl in his left hand, he tapped the stone wall with his right index finger, the sound crisp and clear.

"Hollow?"

Li Mo raised an eyebrow.

With the Night Pearl's glow, he noticed a slight color difference between this stone wall and the surrounding cave walls, as if it had been artificially constructed later.

After a moment of contemplation.

Boom—

Li Mo's punch was like a dragon, the power of the eight meridians of the Vital Energy Realm and his body, comparable to a Sharp Weapon, erupted.

The immense force caused the stone wall to collapse with a roar.

"Indeed, there's a path!"

Li Mo's eyes lit up.

But before he could rejoice.

The fierce wind howled, as if countless sharp arrows were shooting straight at him, the surging Martial Sharp Intent Qi seemingly solidified!

Li Mo: "!"

Startled, he quickly activated his Ultimate Weapon Slaughter Body with all his might.

He struggled to open his eyes.

In the passageway, barely wide enough for one person, he saw a strong red and blue light faintly emanating from the other side.

In a cave the size of a basketball court, there were two pools.

One pool resembled molten lava, the other icy and bone-chilling, flowing towards the cave's exit.

At the junction of the two pools.

A dark hammer stood silently, diverting the mingling ice and fire waters.

Boom—

Though it was just a hammer vibrating.

It felt as if the entire Divine Weapon Peak was shaking.

With just one glance, Li Mo felt his mind explode.

In a daze.

He saw a burly man with a beard, wielding the hammer, striking a sword embryo on an anvil, sending sparks flying.

Scarlet Firmament?

Heavenly Frost?

Were these two Mystic Armaments forged by this hammer?

Just as the thought crossed Li Mo's mind.

The scene changed again.

He saw the hammer still in the bearded man's hand, smashing down on a Flood Dragon as big as a hill, its head exploding, leaving only the dragon horns.

He also saw the hammer later in the hands of other powerful figures, smashing various formidable foes.

Even with one strike, it could turn an entire mountain into dust.

Rumble—

"Not good, it seems like there's a real earthquake."

Li Mo snapped back to reality and realized.

It wasn't an illusion; the entire Divine Weapon Peak was indeed shaking!

He quickly ran out.

As he ran, a voice inexplicably echoed in his mind.

It wasn't human speech, but he understood its meaning:

"I await you."

Was it... that hammer?

......

Divine Weapon Peak, Forging Institute.

Hiss—

A puff of white smoke rose.

Han He removed his shirt. Despite his aged appearance, his upper body was muscular and intimidating.

He took out the weapon he had just quenched, a Triple-Blade Dagger with a beast's mouth swallowing the blade, gleaming coldly.

"Master, you've forged another Named Weapon."

Murong Xiao relaxed, his eyes full of admiration.

Recently, he had been practicing the Cloak Hammer under Han He's guidance.

"Sigh, a Named Weapon."

"Once, the head elder of our Divine Weapon Peak produced many true Grand Artisans, capable of forging Mystic Armaments."

Elder Han He took a sip of tea, gently stroking the newly forged Triple-Blade Dagger.

"Master, you will surely achieve that in the future."

"I'm old, it's unlikely in this lifetime."

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Han He shook his head, looking expectantly at Murong Xiao.

"You have a Half-Demon Body, practice diligently, and you might have the fortune to wield the Cataclysmic Falling Star Hammer in the future..."

Before he finished speaking.

Rumble—

The ground shook, cries of alarm rang out.

Elder Han He sprang to his feet, his brow furrowed deeply.

As if realizing something, he shot out like a bullet.

In an instant, Han He appeared at the entrance of the Divine Edge Cavern.

"The ground is shaking!"

"Run, run quickly!"

Those still in the cave ran out frantically, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs.

Li Mo also ran out with them.

His clothes were tattered, making him look like a wild man.

Murong Xiao approached, seeing his ragged state, and hurriedly checked on him.

"Brother Li, what happened to you..."

"Uh, just accidentally tore my clothes while practicing."

Li Mo replied, his heart uneasy.

Today's commotion was undoubtedly caused by him.

"The elders are all here, what happened?"

Murong Xiao suddenly said.

Following his gaze, Li Mo saw nine figures standing at the entrance of the Divine Edge Cavern.

"Even Master is here."

Li Mo realized the gravity of the situation.

The disturbance in the Divine Edge Cavern was likely caused by that hammer.

What level of weapon was it?

"Brother Li, why don't you come with me to change clothes?"

"Yes, that would be good."

......

After the two left, at the entrance of the Divine Edge Cavern.

"Han He, could it be..."

Qian Bufan tentatively asked.

Elder Han He nodded:

"Yes, it's the Cataclysmic Falling Star Hammer."

"You don't seem like you've become a Grand Artisan, what's going on?"

A middle-aged man, resembling Yin Huacheng by seventy percent, spoke.

It was Yin Huaxuan, the head elder of Rare Beast Peak.

Shang Wu half-opened her eyes, chuckling lightly:

"Old things do like to throw tantrums."

At this, the other eight glared at her.

Han He coldly snorted:

"Shang Wu, do not speak lightly of our Divine Weapon Peak's ancestral heavy weapon."

The reason Divine Weapon Peak was named so was naturally because it housed a true divine weapon.

The Cataclysmic Falling Star Hammer.

It existed in the Divine Edge Cavern even before the Qingyuan Sect was established.

Later, successive elders of Divine Weapon Peak, only upon reaching the level of a Grand Artisan and needing to forge a Mystic Weapon, would 'invite' it out.

Just to use, not to wield.

Only the Sect Master and the head elders of each peak knew of this.

"There's no point in talking, why don't we go down and take a look?"

Xue Jing stroked his long beard and said.

The elders exchanged glances, all nodding.

Without further words.

Soon.

They reached the fourth level of the Divine Edge Cavern, where the Mystic Armaments were displayed.

Seeing the large hole, their pupils contracted.

"This hole seems to have been forcibly opened?"

"No traces of Inner Breath or Form and Intent."

"Who did it?"

The elders exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Clearly, none of them had opened this hole.

Just as they were puzzled, they noticed Elder Han He's expression was off.

Then, they too looked towards the bottom of the Divine Edge Cavern, where ice and fire converged.

Shang Wu raised an eyebrow, smiling:

"Han He, this old antique hammer seems to have chosen a master."

Everyone: "!"

Realizing this fact, everyone gasped.

A divine weapon.

Han He's face twitched, standing dumbfounded as if he'd lost his soul.

"Chosen a master, who?" Qian Bufan struggled to calm his emotions.

No one answered.

"This is interesting, the divine weapon chose a master, yet it remains here."

Yin Huaxuan's eyes flickered:

"Could it be they couldn't lift it?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could a divine weapon choose someone who can't lift it as its master."

Han He trembled uncontrollably, his voice hoarse.

For a moment, silence fell.

After a while, Han He spoke first:

"I will investigate this matter, and if I find anything, I will report to the Sect Master and discuss it with fellow peak elders."

"Should we block this hole?"

"Yes, after the Sect Trial, new True Disciples and Inner Sect members will come to the Divine Edge Cavern to select weapons."

"I don't think it's necessary."

"Indeed, new disciples likely won't reach here."

......

After a brief discussion.

The peak elders left the Divine Edge Cavern one after another.

Only Elder Han He remained, letting the light of ice and fire cast his shadow on the wall.

After a long time, he looked desolate, sighing deeply:

"You are unwilling to be just a forging hammer..."