Weapon Master

"I never thought that the inheritance of the His Sacred Emperor Majesty would be given to this kid in the end." Shen Guan could not help but laugh out loud, his eyebrows revealing a hint of unconcealable happiness, "It has been here for around eighty years, at least someone can open it now."

"This kid\'s luck is too good."

The green-clothed elder at the side couldn\'t help but laugh, "I\'m afraid that even he is on the verge of tears. If it wasn\'t for the fact that someone suddenly entered the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall, he might have already chosen the inheritance of the His Sacred Emperor Majesty." Towards this result, the green-clothed old man didn\'t know whether to laugh or cry.

"It\'s a pity that he is also an immortal, but I\'m afraid Tang Huan did not rely on luck to pass on the inheritance." Shen Guan said with a smile, "If I\'m not wrong, Tang Huan should have already determined that the box inside contained His Sacred Emperor Majesty\'s handwritten letter even earlier."

"Oh? I don\'t believe it. "

The green robed elder shook his head and laughed, "Within the letter, there is a \'Spirit Communication Jade page\' that records the forging process of the weapon Weapon Refining Grand Master is most proficient in. Although there is the intent of the weapon that comes out, the fluctuation of its aura is too weak, it is hard for even us to sense it.

"Furthermore, even if he had sensed the essence of that longbow, he wouldn\'t have known that it was the last Divine Armament that was forged by His Sacred Emperor Majesty, the \'Peacock Plume\'."

"What you say does make sense."

Shen Guan laughed, "However, he had already determined that it would be good to try his luck. For him to be able to obtain the inheritance of the His Sacred Emperor Majesty, it can be considered as our Divine Weapon Pavilion having an explanation for him. This time, if the one who obtained the box first was an immortal, I am afraid that it would be very difficult for him to succeed as well. That little girl could have done it, but unfortunately, when she entered the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall a few years ago, she did not choose it. "

"In this regard, Tang Huan who has fused with the Spiritual Fire, has such a huge advantage." When the green-clothed old man heard this, he also felt somewhat regretful.

"..."

In the inner part of the Sacred Palace, Wu Yixian could only bitterly smile for a long time. In the end, he could only helplessly accept this incomparably regretful reality. After a long while, he sat down at a jade table on the right side of palace.

Resisting the pain with great difficulty, he opened the lid of the box and took out the letter. After opening it, a ball of red light entered between his eyebrows.

After the black clad middle-aged man, the number of newly advanced Weapon Refiner s that entered the inner sanctum of the Sacred Hall increased unceasingly.

However, when the number of people inside reached six, no one could pass through the arch anymore. As time passed, one figure after another sat cross-legged at the jade table, and one after another disappeared from the jade table. After an unknown number of days, with a "pa" sound, Wu Yixian was wrapped up by a white light and disappeared without a trace. It was as if he was teleported out by a force.

For a time, Tang Huan was the only one left inside the Sacred Hall.

In this quiet space, where not a single sound could be heard, Tang Huan remained as still as a statue. However, every once in a while, he would mechanically take out a jade bottle from his chest, take out a "round fusion pill" and swallow it. Afterwards, he regained his calm once more.

More than ten days passed in a flash.

"Pah!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound broke the silence.

The order badge in Tang Huan\'s arms suddenly exploded, and a ball of white light appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Tang Huan\'s body. In the next moment, Tang Huan\'s figure disappeared into thin air, and the letter fell onto the ground, the paper inside had become dim.

"Hu!"

After a short moment, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed at the entrance of the Tools Method Temple.

In the blink of an eye, the white light had disappeared without a trace like snow and ice under the blazing sun. Tang Huan\'s figure immediately appeared, and even though he was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes had already slowly opened.

"You\'re out?"

Tang Huan looked around in a daze, and only now did he realize that he was already outside the Tools Method Temple. He couldn\'t help but be startled, "It\'s been thirty-six days already?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, Tang Huan subconsciously reached into his bosom and pulled out the jade bottle. He removed the stopper to take a look, the bottle was indeed empty inside, not even a "round fusion pill" was left.

In this period of time, it was as if his soul and body had been separated from each other. His body sat silently within the Sacred Hall, while his soul seemed to have passed through nearly a hundred years of time to return to the Forging God Cave, where he witnessed the whole process of the Sacred Emperor Mountain forging the Divine Armament \'Peacock Plume\'. Only when he felt hungry did he regain a portion of his consciousness, before controlling his body and taking a pill.

Tang Huan knew that what he saw was the illusion created by the Artifact Forging Handwritten.

Even though Tang Huan did not know how the illusion for such a long time was preserved, he knew that a scene like this had definitely occurred in the Forging God Cave all those years ago. And the moment before he was teleported out, Tang Huan had even personally seen the illusion with his own eyes, and a line of words was carved into the jade tablet by Mountain and River. Then, he engraved his own name again.

In the past few days, Tang Huan had not been immersed in it, and did not feel anything.

Now that he had regained his senses and recalled the scene before him, an unconcealable shock surfaced on Tang Huan\'s forehead. In those few dozen days, the crafting methods displayed by the Sacred Emperor Mountain River exceeded a hundred, and the process of forging the Divine Armament was even more complicated.

Compared to the Divine Armament\'s "Peacock Plume", Tang Huan\'s "Dragon and Phoenix Spear" forging was nothing. As if realising that he was the last time he was going to be able to forge a Divine Armament, the Sacred Emperor used all of his abilities and displayed all of his forging skills.

Now, everything that had appeared in that illusion had been completely imprinted in the depths of Tang Huan\'s soul, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn\'t be able to forget it.

Although he had only read through it once, Tang Huan felt that his Tools Method Attainments had greatly increased. However, the things that the Sacred Emperor had shown him were truly too vast and profound, if he wanted to completely digest the inheritance that had been left behind in his letter, it would be impossible to do so within a few years.

"Brother Tang Huan, the Great Clan Elder invites you."

Abruptly, a voice interrupted Tang Huan\'s thoughts. As he looked up, he saw a man in yellow clothes slowly walking over, his face had a smile like that of a chrysanthemum flower.

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