In the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Zhou Shu sized up the thing Cang Hao had sent back curiously.
The thing looked like a closed lotus flower. After washing away the blood on the surface, it was completely golden. Upon closer inspection, it gave off a crystal clear feeling.
It was still pulsating. With every beat, a force seemed to circulate in it.
"Interesting."
This was the first time Zhou Shu had seen a divine weapon with consciousness.
Even he couldn't figure out how it was accomplished.
If divine weapons have consciousness, doesn't that mean martial artists can really fight two-on-one? Or even many-on-one?
An image appeared in Zhou Shu's mind. He was fighting with someone. He stood in the air without moving his hands or shouting. Countless connate divine weapons flew out, and even without him controlling them, they attacked the enemy.
Zhou Shu felt good just thinking about this scene.
