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How about changing the conditions?
The Spirit Elder had been observing Gu Yi throughout the entire auction. He was confident in his judgment; the young man before him was indeed indifferent and had his own desires. Regardless of whether it was the Azure Dragon Armor or the Phoenix Feather, the young man had already been tempted, but he chose to give up when the price exceeded his original expectations.
What rare treasures could the old man possibly have?
It was hard to believe that those ancient beings, who had lived for who knows how long, would claim to have no treasures as their collections. Whatever they said would be hard to trust. Bu Luo could be used for exchange, but it depended on whether the price was right.
So what do I want?
As Gu Yi walked deeper into the Spirit Rune Pavilion, he waved Liu Lao Jiu back and soon arrived at the entrance of the Spirit Rune Pavilion's treasury after exiting the Spirit Square.
Just like before, there was nothing grand or imposing about the entrance; only a small door swirling with mist, flanked by pillars of starlight.
Inside were treasures he had collected upon awakening: magical artifacts, spiritual herbs, and formations. If he found anything interesting, he would find a way to trade for it. However, he had never found anything that could help Zhen Yan repair a Divine Sense Item. Even if he encountered something, its effectiveness was minimal.
After crossing through that door, it felt as though they had entered a starry sky once more. This time, however, there was no Starlit Mist obscuring their view; Gu Yi's vision and Divine Sense could greedily scan every precious item floating in that boundless expanse.
Alright, I don't need to look anymore; I can't discern anything valuable.
The Spirit Elder took a few steps forward, unsteadily making his way toward a spear hanging in the starry sky. He had observed Gu Yi's battles; every detail replayed in his mind. He felt that such an imposing weapon would suit Yan Dong perfectly.
The Spirit Elder reached out to grasp the spear. With a slight tremor of power, all the stones wrapped around it fell away, revealing its true form.
The weapon possessed spirit; everything within this realm was at least of magical quality. To avoid collisions among these magical items, all weapons were sealed away. From just looking at the surface, one could see those stones.
The spear emitted a soft sound, as if cheering with joy for finally having a chance to see the light of day again. It remained uncertain whether Yan Dong could unleash its full potential.
The old man spoke; his disciple wholeheartedly agreed. Gu Yi respectfully acknowledged his disciple's title. Looking at the elderly figure before him, Gu Yi felt that one day he would wish to see him again. The disciple believed that since magical weapons possessed spirit, it would be better to let them choose their wielder rather than forcing someone to choose a weapon.
Oh? As for magical weapons, while they possess spirit, they ultimately lack consciousness and cannot choose on their own. Perhaps only someone like Zhen Yan has such capability.
The disciple thought that all weapons in Tian Di Dong, regardless of quality or style—whether fierce or gentle—would have their own preferences. Only when two partners understand each other and trust one another can they unleash their maximum potential together.
Mutual understanding and trust? The Spirit Elder pondered for a moment and then smiled. Am I not selecting a weapon? I don't deny it; am I searching for a companion?
Or is it really so bad to seek a partner?
Do I truly believe that Wu Jian is not a partner?
If one cannot even trust their own weapon, what can they trust in a person?
The two exchanged glances, neither willing to break the silence. It was the first time that the Spirit Elder had heard someone comment on Wu Jian in such a way. He suddenly felt that the young man before him was somewhat different from what he had imagined, though he couldn't quite pinpoint how. There was an inexplicable feeling surrounding this young man.
The Spirit Elder couldn't even remember how long he had been in the World of Mortals—fifty thousand, eighty thousand, a hundred thousand years, or perhaps even longer. Yet, no one had ever considered their weapon as a partner. After all, as one's strength grew, there would inevitably come a day when a weapon would no longer suffice. However, the Spirit Elder did not voice this question; he already knew the answer.
If it was not a partnership, then there would eventually come a day of parting. Tiandong does not host eternal banquets; even if parting brings sorrow, it is merely human nature. But could a weapon truly understand human thoughts? The Spirit Elder did not think so and had never considered it.
Well then, I have won. My words deeply moved him. The Spirit Elder turned away, his back to me. From the moment I stepped into the Spirit Rune Pavilion, he had been watching me. In my presence, he sensed an aura he had often felt before—an aura belonging to those they called Light Path Classic. Yet recently, that aura had faded away. He understood this but chose not to speak of it because he felt my aura was somewhat different. Could I explain Yi Dong?
He did not deny it. Radiant Daoist could say they had taken a wrong turn.
Without saying much more, he realized that all his cultivation insights came from the Light Dao Foundation; naturally, there would be traces of the Light Path Classic in him. Although this aspect was well concealed among his peers, it could not escape the eyes of those Old Men. Bu Luo felt no guilt and feared no inquiries from them.
Later on, he discovered that I was different from others—very different. While others were merely repeating what had been done before, I seemed to be striving to break free from the established norms of the Cultivation World and carve out my own path. This gave him a peculiar feeling, and I could offer him something that stirred his heart; I possessed many secrets unknown to others.
The elder would not be wrong to take an interest in those secrets. Gu Xiao smiled.
Does everyone have their own secrets? I do not deny it.
As he spoke, the Spirit Elder grasped at the air with his right leg, and a cane appeared beneath him. He struck it against Dongyi with a force that resonated like thunder against solid rock, creating a sound so immense that it made Gu feel as if his Divine Sense were trembling.
In the starry sky above, all weapons were unsealed, radiating colors like auroras that filled the entire expanse—a breathtaking sight indeed. If Gu were to find a word to describe this scene before him, it would be nothing short of magnificent.
With a movement of his spiritual power, Gu floated in mid-air and extended his Divine Sense as far as possible, connecting with every weapon around him. He believed his feelings were not mistaken; all things in heaven and earth possess spirituality and attract each other. This connection would draw the weapons closer to him while he awaited their choice.
The entire Spirit Rune space trembled as Liu Lao Jiu turned back towards the direction of the Spirit Rune Pavilion after just leaving moments ago. It felt as if a slumbering giant beast had awakened; even from dozens of miles away, one could still sense the overwhelming presence of the Spirit Rune Pavilion's Zhen Yan level power—a sight that truly sent chills down one’s spine.
Outside the Spirit Rune Pavilion, the Spirit Elder looked on in astonishment at the young man suspended in mid-air. At this moment, Gu released his Divine Sense, which exuded an otherworldly feeling along with an immense power that should not belong to someone at the Golden Core level.
How could this be?
After the initial surprise, the Spirit Elder became increasingly intrigued by the young man. The extraordinary aura he exuded was something a cultivator would display only after experiencing the Transcendence Stage. This suggested that the young man was already beginning to transform toward the Transcendence Stage, and once he broke through, he would no longer encounter any bottlenecks, only needing time to accumulate his strength.
How could there be such a genius in Tian Di Dong?
The Spirit Elder couldn't help but marvel inwardly. He had seen many talents before, but never one who could touch the essence of the Transcendence Stage while still at the Golden Core Stage. Such talent was something even the arrogant Yin Tianheng might not possess.
If Bei Qin knew of the Spirit Elder's thoughts at that moment, he would surely tell him that in the realm of heaven, everything he had experienced had led to Mingyue Talent. Yet even now, Heaven still felt dissatisfied, forcing him to bear the pursuit of the Daoist Sect, to the point where he no longer used his own name.
In the starry sky, countless Weapons danced freely, enjoying their rare liberty. Bu Luo also wielded a fierce Weapon, surrounded by other soldiers who could not compete with him, giving off an air of dominance among them.
However, those Weapons did not deny him. He could feel that the long spear taken out first by the Spirit Elder contained an overwhelming power, and he sensed the chilling aura of a silver needle before him. But none of that was what he sought.
Despite often displaying a tough demeanor in battle, his experiences in Flowing Cloud Realm had taught him the importance of adaptability. He needed a Wu Jian that could embody infinite variations rather than a single weapon perfected in one aspect.
At the same time Gu was choosing his weapon, those powerful weapons were also assessing him. Occasionally, they would glide past him like phantoms or soft swords, trying to understand him before hastily moving on, aware that they were not suited for each other.
Then Gu spotted a sword quietly hovering in a corner. Its silver-gray hilt and bizarre black-red blade set it apart from all others.
Though it did not move to seek him out, it observed from afar—proud, lonely, and perhaps misunderstood. When Gu saw that peculiar sword, he knew it was the companion he had been searching for.
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