Just for that instant, Cao Zhen no longer saw the tomb of arms filled with swords and blades, but rather a series of trembling, horrific scenes, an interweaving of blood and fire, mountains cracking, rivers flowing backward... Those were the breaths of history...
The existence of this tomb of arms wasn't just about preservation but also about recording—recording the indomitable spirit of numerous generations of cultivators from the Hundred Peaks Sect as they fought against heaven for their lives, as well as the fearless and bold protection they offered for their descendants generation after generation.
Ever since Cao Zhen arrived in this world, although he had experienced adventures and was even a beneficiary, he didn't feel much sense of belonging to this world, and that had always been the reason for his carefree attitude.
