Ying Bing knew there was a divine weapon in the Divine Edge Cave.
In fact, the reason she knew about it was because of Shang Wu.
When the Qingyuan Sect collapsed, it was Shang Wu who paid a trendous price to wield the Starfall Calamity Hamr.
Later, after Ying Bing went to the Central Divine Continent, she encountered several divine weapons no less formidable than the Starfall Calamity Hamr.
Yet none of them ever gave her the sa sense of boundless power.
Indeed.
Even by her standards, divine weapons were far from commonplace.
A divine weapon was two whole tiers above an arcane artifact.
It represented the pinnacle of forging, the absolute limit of human craftsmanship.
Beyond that?
Only the Heaven-defying, destiny-born Dao Weapons existed.
Take, for example, the ‘Imperial Seal of Mountains and Rivers,’ wielded by successive emperors of the Great Yu Dynasty.
That said.
She recalled that in her past life, the Starfall Calamity Hamr had no master.
Shang Wu had barely managed to activate it once before both vanished without a trace, like a fleeting blossom.
When she first took charge of the Lunar Palace, she had inquired about it.
But all she got were vague, unverifiable rumors.
"Elder Shang Wu... Hm?"
There was no response from the other side.
When Ying Bing finally looked up, she realized Shang Wu had sohow dozed off in a rocking chair, even letting out soft, rhythmic snores.
Not long after.
"Roast lamb, coming right up."
Li Mo erged with the prepared lamb.
He placed it on the grill and began lighting the fire.
The flas cast a warm glow on the young man’s face.
A reflection that also flickered in Ying Bing’s cool, distant eyes.
Could it be... that he had sothing to do with it?
Back then, even the Nine-Colored Phoenix’s spirit seed particularly drawn to him...
"Give a hand."
A brush was suddenly thrust into her grasp by the young man.
Ying Bing tilted her head slightly in confusion.
Li Mo then brought over an earthen jar, from which a rich, spicy aroma wafted.
Ying Bing understood.
He wanted her to baste the lamb with the sauce.
"This is my specially brewed 'Soul Sauce.'"
"Even Happy Sheep would be left speechless after one bite. It’s all yours now."
As he spoke, Li Mo began slowly rotating the grill.
And so.
The Phoenix Heavenly Empress narrowed her eyes, a faint ripple of emotion passing through them.
In the end, she dipped the brush into the so-called 'Soul Sauce' and embarked on her first-ever culinary endeavor.
Soon enough, Young Li handed over the task of rotating the grill to her as well.
Before long.
The lamb sizzled, its juices dripping.
Watching Ying Bing ticulously apply the sauce with an almost serious expression, Li Mo couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
The ice block actually looked a bit more... human when cooking. Less frosty, more alive.
"Maybe I can automate the ice block’s feeding in the future?"
But.
That thought didn’t last long.
"What’s that sll?"
While preparing side dishes, Li Mo caught a whiff of sothing burning.
He turned around to find the lamb in a tragic state—half charred, half raw.
Yet Ying Bing continued rotating it, utterly oblivious to the disaster unfolding.
Li Mo: "......"
He shot her a helpless, exasperated look.
Seriously, sis? It’s burnt to a crisp, and you’re still roasting the charred side?
eting his gaze, Ying Bing returned it with serene indifference.
"What’s wrong?"
She asked, as if completely justified.
Well.
Turns out the ice block had flaws after all—like being eternally banned from the kitchen.
"Let handle it..."
After a al that could’ve been breakfast or dinner, dawn had already broken.
In his room.
"Master’s al cost the equivalent of five hundred taels of gold? Far exceeding the value of that jar of Bamboo Brew."
"But the ice block’s reaction was priceless..."
Li Mo lay on his bed, taking a rare inventory of his wealth.
Eight arcane crystals.
Gold? Already surpassed ten thousand taels.
Silver... He couldn’t be bothered to count. There was too much—both in coin and notes—making it mind-numbingly tedious.
Then there were the assorted treasures.
Six-mark elixirs, rare ores, exotic herbs—you na it.
"Toxin-Cleansing Pill—neutralizes a hundred poisons."
"Wind and Rain Summoning Talisman? Causes three days of heavy rain. Probably useless for now."
"Ancient Pine-Patterned Ring? Looks elegant and imposing. Good for boosting one’s aura..."
After half an hour.
Li Mo finally sorted through his miscellaneous items.
Then he entered the Seed of the World.
The space had changed slightly since his last visit.
It seed a few ters larger.
Before the chessboard in the clearing, the Starfall Calamity Hamr hung inverted in silence.
Not far from it, the Crimson Sky Sword cowered in a corner, not daring to approach.
Buzz—
Sensing Li Mo’s arrival, the hamr vibrated faintly.
Its weaponized killing intent remained.
But it no longer exerted any pressure on Li Mo.
After all, he was the master here.
"Limitless strength."
Li Mo murmured inwardly.
Then he walked over, gripped the hamr’s handle, and lifted it effortlessly.
As if it weighed nothing.
Were it not for the hamr’s joyful resonance, one might suspect it had been swapped for a counterfeit.
Whoosh—
Li Mo swung it a couple of tis.
Instantly, the hamr’s murderous aura stirred the miniature world, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.
A single strike carried the force of a falling teor, capable of shattering the earth.
In that mont, he felt like a deity who could rend the skies with a re gesture.
In Li Mo’s current understanding, Elder Han He was among the strongest he knew.
Yet he had a hunch.
Even the faintest ripple from this hamr’s power would be beyond what Han He could withstand.
"Now this is a true divine weapon."
"This must be its real power."
Li Mo exhaled deeply.
The Starfall Calamity Hamr buzzed excitedly, thrilled to finally be unleashed to its full potential.
"Want... out...."
Faintly.
Li Mo seed to hear a childlike voice.
The hamr?
He looked down, confirming the source.
"Fight..."
He understood.
The hamr wanted to smash sothing.
Be it people, beasts—anything but being used to forge other weapons.
Li Mo: "......"
I’d love to.
But I’m not strong enough yet.
Buzz—
The hamr sulked. Its nascent sentience couldn’t grasp complex reasoning.
Why was its master sotis strong, sotis weak?
Why could he wield its full power yet refuse to take it out for fun?
"When the ti is right, I’ll let you shine."
Li Mo reassured it softly.
After calming the divine weapon, he pondered seriously.
"Now that I have a hamr..."
"Shouldn’t I find a hamr technique to match?"
Having tasted the hamr’s might, Li Mo felt a growing desire.
A swordsman learning hamr techniques—surely that wasn’t too strange?
But none of the feedback from his investnts included hamr-related martial arts.
"Ah, right."
"The top scorer in the sect trials gets to pick a technique from the fifth floor of the Scripture Pavilion."
"Might as well check it out."
With that thought.
Li Mo restored the chaotic state of the small world, then beckoned to the Crimson Sky Sword not far away.
"Co here."
Hum—
The mont he spoke, the Quakebreaker teor Hamr trembled twice, like a father disciplining a mischievous child.
Only then did the Crimson Sky Sword slowly descend into his palm.
With the sword in hand, Li Mo withdrew from the seed of the world.
After exchanging a brief greeting with the drowsy Shang Wu, he headed out toward the library pavilion.
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