The snow that fell on the surface of the river melted, and the river carried away pieces of ice into the distance.
Yuchi already had a rough idea about some things.
First of all, these were artifact spirits.
He did not know exactly what kind of race artifact spirits were, or how they were different from the conventional understanding of the races of humans, elves, and beasts. However, he now knew why these weapons ended up on his fishing rod. It turned out that there were not regular weapons, but a special race. Moreover, this special race also possessed fragmented memories.
"According to the description I read, the dead soul I saw before should be a projection of the horse-chopping saber. In other words, artifact spirits might be a special race that relies on summoning this kind of projection to fight."
Yuchi flicked his wrist and a heavy two-meter-long horse-chopping saber appeared in his hand.
It weighed around fifty pounds.
