After leaving Mirror Lake Mountain, Gu Chen found a desolate place and took out the mid-grade divine weapon of Vault of Sky Sword Sect's Chen Luo.
Buzz!
The sword hummed faintly, the mid-grade divine weapon trembled incessantly as if it wanted to fly out from Gu Chen's palm. At this moment, Gu Chen extended his left hand, gripping the hilt. Instantly, the blade, which was of mid-grade divine weapon level, ceased its trembling.
To the naked eye, a layer of gray mist appeared on the sword's surface. Gu Chen's left palm's deepest part, a dark and profound glove, lightly trembled, absorbing the power of the mid-grade divine weapon.
In a moment, a gentle breeze blew by. The mid-grade divine weapon started to weather from the tip of the sword, gradually turning into powder and dispersing into the air.
"What is your origin?"
