Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064

The giant blade was embedded among the white bones on the ground.

Lu Yingtian was considered tall, but when he stood in front of this giant blade, his height was merely about one-fifth of this Immortal Weapon.

He took a deep breath, and his body swelled with the wind.

When his body had grown to nearly match the giant blade, he reached out to grasp the hilt of the blade.

"Ah..." A low growl escaped him, his arms bulging with veins, as he exerted considerable effort to slowly lift the blade.

Holding this Ancient Immortal Weapon, rusted over time, he attempted several swings.

Though his path of cultivation was not purely of the Law of Strength, among the ranks of Quasi-Saints, he was definitely considered one of the strongest.

Yet now, it was not that he couldn’t swing the weapon, but rather it was so overwhelmingly heavy that even a simple swing or chop made him appear clumsy.

It seemed that using this weapon in combat would not only fail to unleash its might but instead become a huge burden.

Opponents he could originally defeat with ease might now have a good chance of counterattacking because of the giant blade in his hand.

After trying to swing it a dozen times, he was already gasping for breath, feeling quite worn out.

"This seems like the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, a divine weapon unique to a peerless genius from the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court!"

Even Chen Hai, who rarely found anything intriguing, was drawn to this Immortal Weapon.

Lu Yingtian, finding it unwieldy after a couple of test swings, set it down again.

However, the giant blade was no longer inserted back into its original spot but laid horizontally on the bone-made terrain.

The originally several-zhang-long giant blade had shed much of its rust, thanks to Lu Yingtian’s chaotic hacking.

The blade before Chen Hai looked noticeably slimmer than before.

Unfortunately, despite this, both the blade’s tip and hilt remained completely covered in rust, showing no signs of sharpness.

On this White Bone Plain, it was unclear how many years this weapon had been here.

At first glance, it still appeared intact, but it had been corroded from the inside out by the river of time.

Besides its mountain-like weight, its original power had long been thoroughly lost.

Holding this, it couldn’t even serve a purpose in battle; swinging it a few extra times could cause it to disintegrate into rusted pieces.

If it had reached the level of an Acquired Spiritual Treasure, resisting the erosion of time, the problem wouldn’t be too severe.

Just like Chen Hai’s Golden Jiao Scissors, which were also rusty when first obtained, yet their essence remained intact.

After constant nurturing, that treasure had basically recovered, and now not a speck of rust could be found on the Golden Jiao Scissors.

The giant blade before him was perhaps once extremely fearsome, but its essence was just an Immortal Weapon.

Because its grade hadn’t reached that of a Spiritual Treasure, under the erosion of time, it had essentially become scrap, turning into what it was now.

The reason this scrapped Immortal Weapon piqued Chen Hai’s interest was mainly because of the familiarity it invoked in him.

Before blending into the Primordial times, still within the era of Blue Star, while he secluded himself in Hokkaido, Japan, the powers he accidentally absorbed revealed scenes of a three-eyed godly figure clad in golden armor marching to war.

If he remembered correctly, the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade before him bore a striking resemblance to the weapon the three-eyed deity carried, as if cast from the same mold.

Initially, he hadn’t given that scene much thought.

Only after ending his seclusion and returning to China, gaining some understanding of ancient mythical figures, did he start to suspect that the three-eyed figure might be the legendary Erlang God, Yang Jian, a renowned genius of the Ancient Heavenly Court era.

Things in this world do not happen without reason.

Since the giant blade before him closely resembled Yang Jian’s weapon, it was very likely the real Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.

Then, why would Yang Jian’s weapon appear here?

Could it be that when he went on that expedition, he came to this place? Who, then, was his adversary?

With furrowed brows, the more Chen Hai pondered, the more questions arose.

If it were an entirely unfamiliar existence, whether dead or alive, it wouldn’t concern Chen Hai in the slightest.

But Erlang God, Yang Jian, was too illustrious a name; it’s hard to find anyone in China who hasn’t heard of him.

Such a well-known figure, having his divine weapon suddenly appear before him in this dilapidated state, it’s unlikely that even Chen Hai could remain indifferent.

"When I first saw this Immortal Weapon, I felt there was something peculiar about its shape."

"I’ve traversed the Primordial Land for countless years and witnessed numerous weapons, but I’ve never seen an Immortal Weapon with a blade tip shaped like a trident."

"Upon Black Water Taoist Friend’s reminder, comparing it with this before us, I feel this nearly scrapped Immortal Weapon might very well be the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade unique to the legendary Immortal Master Erlang."

"Since the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade is here, then where is Immortal Master Erlang himself? Could it be his remains lie beneath the White Bone Road under our feet?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novelFɪre.net

Ancestor Kugu, Fang Ping, and others had already approached the giant blade.

After hearing Chen Hai’s words, they carefully scrutinized the rust-covered giant blade.

What Chen Hai knew about Immortal Master Erlang Yang Jian and his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade came merely from myths and legends of the Blue Star era.

The present Ancestor Kugu, Fang Ping, and others had existed on this Primordial Land for countless years. In terms of understanding the secret histories of the Primordial, they surpassed Chen Hai by a vast margin.

That this nearly scrapped giant blade was Immortal Master Erlang’s Three-pointed Double-edged Blade was a conclusion they quickly reached.

After all, in their memory, from ancient times to the present, besides Immortal Master Erlang, no one else on the Primordial Land wielded a weapon like the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.