??Chapter 1305: Chapter 1290: Reforging the Divine Weapon
Chapter 1305: Chapter 1290: Reforging the Divine Weapon
“Do you know the difficulties of turning ideas into reality?” Shiyu Dominator said seriously to Muria after laughing for a mont, “Thinking and doing are two different things. Everyone can have bold ideas, but very few can actually implent them.”
“I know, that’s why I’d like to ask for your opinion. With my current strength, what do you think the chances are of my idea succeeding?”
“There is a natural chance of success, but the probability of failure is even greater.” Having heard Muria’s words, Shiyu Dominator thought seriously for a while before answering.
“The re possibility of success is enough for , especially since my foundation is currently weak,” Muria responded to the Dominator’s reply, not feeling disappointed but sowhat pleased instead.
“Is that your decision? If you fail, you will be trapped in this great world and unable to escape.”
“Ancestor, I will do everything in my power to increase the possibility of turning this wild idea into reality.”
“Muria, don’t expect
or anyone else to be of much help in this matter. To beco the lord of a great world, you need to be able to suppress all the native creatures in the world with martial force and control various laws to maintain the world’s operation.”
“I know, but I can borrow the power of three races in the beginning to lay the foundation in this great world as the starting point for this whimsical plan of mine,”
Facing his ancestor, Muria was entirely transparent about his calculations of leveraging power.
Titan, Giant Dragon, and Blazing Sky God Race, nearly fifty Epics infiltrating this world, gathering resources beneficial to themselves. Their every action would inevitably have a profound impact, stirring up huge waves of change.
Due to their influence, so Deities and even so Epics might fall, and Muria, who previously disdained what was left by the world’s great fallen entities, could now opportunistically claim it all.
“In the end, everything will rely only on you. They can only help you temporarily; we’ll eventually have to leave this world, and you’ll be left to face everything alone.”
“Having so help while laying down the initial foundation is enough; I dare not hope for more,”
Muria was quite accepting of this and didn’t see any issues with such actions. Within the Blazing Sky God Race, so of the processes that the Blazing Sky God Descendants underwent were even more over-the-top than his.
The worlds chosen by the Blazing Sky God Race for ascension were mostly rich-dium-sized worlds with deep heritage and abundant resources. Naturally, if such worlds existed for a sufficient length of ti, they would give rise to Deities.
In facing these worlds already possessing Deities, the Blazing Sky God Race normally conducted intelligence gathering. If the Deities t their standards of being good gods, they could avoid a cataclysmic disaster.
If not up to the Blazing Sky God Race’s standards, a powerful Blazing Sky God would forcefully intervene, eliminate them, clear space, and remove all obstacles for their descendants.
Through such ans, every Blazing Sky God Descendant faced almost no adversaries during their ascension, peacefully comprehending the laws of world operation, and striving to beco the lord of the world as soon as possible.
Muria naturally did not expect such treatnt. Although the traditions of the Titan tribe had changed sowhat due to the Sky Demon Secret Art, the essence remained the sa. After having the power to protect themselves in the Void, their destiny depended solely on their own efforts.
Thus, Muria aspiring to deify himself in this great world and scheming to take the lordship was not expecting much help from his own race, rely capitalizing on the opportunities left by the Epics entering solely for plunder.
Just like his grandfather, who fearlessly engaged in battle with the Main God possessing powerful divine force, the Deities he wounded or crippled were not few, and there seed also to be so he killed. Once Muria deified himself, he could pick up things his grandfather disdained and which he previously overlooked — the faith of the beings.
If he could acquire the devout worship of more than half of the creatures in this great world, he would naturally beco the god with the most divine power in this world. Establishing himself as the world lord would essentially be a matter of ti.
Of course, Muria knew this was a far-fetched dream, thinking it impossible for more than half of the creatures in a great world to beco devout believers. Nobody’s arrival would change that.
But becoming the most divinely powerful god in this world was indeed possible. He simply needed to have the most devout believers among the gods.
After all, he was living in an era where the least bad reigned supre; he didn’t need to have divine power over more than half the world, just to ensure that his divine power was stronger than any other god’s.
“Since you’ve decided, then I won’t say much more. You’ve co here for more than just asking these questions, haven’t you? Is there sothing else you’d like my help with?”
Shiyu Dominator looked at Muria with a smile, a Titan of ancient age having seen myriad kinds of beings who wished to ascend swiftly to dominance over a great world.
“Hehe, there is indeed sothing I’d like to trouble the ancestor for,” Muria said, a rare trace of shyness on his face.
“Let’s hear it. You know the rules; there are things I won’t help you with, and you must strive for yourself,” the ancestor replied.
“Of course, I’m aware of that. The favor I wish to ask isn’t cumberso; I’m thinking of returning to Elasia,” Muria stated the purpose of his visit to Shiyu Dominator.
“What are you going back to do?”
“Ancestor, as you know, in the previous battle my Subordinate Army suffered heavy losses, and my weapons and armor were all shattered. So, I want to go back to replenish my Subordinate Army and, incidentally, reforge my weapons.”
As if to bolster his persuasiveness, fragnts of shattered tal floated beside Muria—these were his broken Nine Weapons.
“Reforging weapons?”
Shiyu Dominator glanced at the seemingly excessive number of weapon fragnts beside Muria, sowhat surprised. After all, Titans generally do not lt down and reforge their weapons a second ti; they usually stick with them from beginning to end.
“Yes, speaking of which, I was young and reckless in my youth, and I acquired extra materials for arms making, so I ended up forging nine weapons and a set of armor all at once.”
“Hahaha, you little fellow are also quite amusing, being able to endure the painful arms making process. Many Young Titans are unwilling to bear it a second ti, yet you even forged ten pieces at once- weren’t you afraid of pain then?”
“Yes, I was, but the way I acquired the materials back then was sowhat improper, so I just endured it,” Muria said with a sheepish smile.
“Then why do you now want to lt down and reforge all the weapons that were so painfully crafted at the beginning?”
“I was young and inexperienced back then. Now, as I have encountered more wars, I have realized that many of the functions of the weapons I forged are redundant and useless. This is a huge waste in battle. If I reforged them, I should be able to possess stronger combat power.”
“I see!” Shiyu Dominator laughed, “Then I will send you back.”
…
In the endless darkness, a tal Floating Island that harnessed the vast energy flows of the Void shone strikingly. It stood quietly there, collecting the energy that spilled over from a billion worlds into the Void, mundane and lonely yet extraordinarily remarkable.
This was the Weapon Casting Hall belonging to the Titan Race, located in the Void where no other races besides the Titan Tribe could probe or reach.
At that mont, atop this unusually flat structure with a palace at the center, a black-haired young man with golden pupils suddenly appeared. After appearing, he looked around at the familiar surroundings with a hint of exclamation and then walked towards the only building at the center of the tal Floating Island.
As he walked, his body rapidly expanded, soon transforming into a hundred-ter tall Titan encircled by Thunder.
Muria, now transford into an adult Titan, entered the Void Forging Palace and surveyed everything inside. Seeing once again the place that had left him with unforgettable painful mories, the sentintality in his eyes deepened.
Before he could say anything, the tallic Palace imdiately lit up with lines of light, and ripples of early light spilled out, coalescing in front of Muria into a young Titan with an ancient appearance.
“Hephaestus, long ti no see. Do you rember ?”
“Muria, of course, I rember,” replied Hephaestus, his body taking a scrutinizing look up and down at Muria, “This aura of yours, you’ve actually ascended to Epics. Hasn’t it been just over a thousand years? Is the Sky Demon Secret Art really that powerful?”
“Tch, you know quite a lot!”
Seeing that the spirit controlling the Weapon Casting Hall could imdiately reveal his strength, Muria was also slightly surprised. Although he realized that the structure beneath him was not rely for forging Exclusive Weapons for the young of the Titan Tribe, he did not anticipate that the spirit within was so extraordinary.
“Of course, I might only stay here, but I still get wind of the outside world. I’ve heard quite a lot about you,” said the spirit of the Void, Hephaestus, with his arms crossed over his chest, examining Muria.
“So, since the last ti you ca here to forge weapons in your youth, and never visited again, what has brought you here this ti?”
“Ahem, can’t I co to see you if there’s nothing wrong?” Muria coughed dryly, feeling sowhat embarrassed.
Although the spirit of the Void had repeatedly told him to co over and chat whenever he had ti, Muria instinctively kept away from the building that held painful mories for him.
“Of course you can, but soone like you who doesn’t visit
for a thousand years, how likely is it that after becoming an Epic, you’d suddenly kindly co back to chat with ? Tell
the real reason you ca back!”
“Alright, actually, I want to reforge my weapons.”
Muria summoned the shattered Divine Weapons he had nurtured within him; “I will soon do sothing that decides my future, so I need more suitably matched weapons.”
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