Ye Tian took step after step, his gaze shifting across the countless weapons that floated mid-air, exuding powerful auras.
Each weapon seemed unique in design and essence...
bows imbued with elemental power that could obliterate entire armies, spears that could pierce the heavens, swords sharp enough to slice through the fabric of reality.
Whips crackled with energy meant for domination, while tomes brimmed with forbidden knowledge, their pages practically hissing with malevolence.
"Scythes wielded by death gods, huh?" he murmured, his eyes locking onto a wicked blade curved like a crescent moon.
Though impressive, not all the spaces in this massive repository were occupied.
Many slots were conspicuously empty, as if the weapons once housed there had already found masters or been claimed by others.
Not bad... but none of these are even worth mentioning yet.
He thought.
