[The Trial of Darkness, A New Path Unfolds]
The howling winds echoed through the ancient mountain range, shrouded in eerie silence.
Sitting cross-legged amidst the desolation, Zang Jiuge focused his mind, absorbing the knowledge of the Second Burial—Burial Weapon.
"Refining all weapons, forging one blade, burying the heavens and beyond…"
This was not just a mere weapon-forging technique. It was an art of annihilation—an ability to assimilate all things into oneself, forging them into the ultimate weapon!
Any weapon, any lifeform, even the very laws of existence—everything could be buried and reforged into an unparalleled armament!
"If I master this art to its pinnacle, my weapon won't be an object, but an entire world, a law of existence, a complete river of fate itself!"
Zang Jiuge's heart pounded. He had just begun to realize the true horror of the Burial Arts.
But acquiring the knowledge was not enough—he had to prove his worth.
Standing not far away, the black-robed figure, Zang Tian, spoke in his usual cryptic tone:
"You have received the inheritance of Burial Weapon."
"But to wield it, you must complete a trial."
Zang Jiuge raised his gaze, his eyes sharp as blades. "What trial?"
Zang Tian smirked slightly and waved his hand.
RIP!
A black rift tore through the air, exuding a terrifying aura as if time itself had frozen.
"Enter this realm. Forge your first Burial Weapon."
"But remember, there are no rules here—only slaughter."
Zang Jiuge didn't hesitate. He took a step forward and plunged into the abyss!
[A Battlefield of Blood, The Slaughter Begins]
BOOM!
The moment he entered, a new world unfolded before him.
A vast battlefield stretched into the horizon. The sky was bleak and lifeless, the earth cracked and desolate, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.
Countless broken weapons littered the ground—blades snapped in half, spears drenched in dried blood, and mountains of skeletal remains piled high.
Ancient, lingering battle auras filled the air.
"This place…" Zang Jiuge muttered, eyes narrowing.
A chilling voice echoed from the void:
"This is the Burial Battlefield, the resting place of countless fallen warriors and weapons."
"Here, only through slaughter can you forge a true Burial Weapon."
BOOM!
Before Zang Jiuge could react, the ground trembled violently.
Shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the battlefield!
They wore shattered armor, their faces obscured by darkness, and a monstrous killing intent radiated from their forms.
"Weapon Spirits!"
Zang Jiuge's eyes turned ice-cold.
These were not ordinary spirits. These were the remnants of fallen warriors—those who once wielded supreme weapons, now reduced to mindless instruments of death.
"So that's how it is…"
"Then let me see the true power of Burial Weapon!"
With a sharp glint in his eyes, Zang Jiuge stepped forward.
[Forging Through Blood, The First Burial Weapon]
The battle erupted instantly!
Amidst the sea of slaughter, Zang Jiuge fought without a blade in hand.
He tore through the Weapon Spirits with his bare hands, shattering their armor with his fists and breaking their weapons with raw force.
BOOM!
A giant battle axe-wielding spirit swung down, its force splitting the ground apart.
Zang Jiuge didn't retreat. He caught the axe with his bare hand, veins bulging as he twisted and shattered the spirit's arms before crushing its head with a single strike!
Grabbing the fallen battle axe, he turned and swung!
BOOM!!!
A single sweep, and countless Weapon Spirits were cleaved apart!
In that moment, his aura changed.
The battle axe in his grasp began to hum, absorbing the blood of the fallen. Strange red patterns surfaced on its surface, flickering with arcs of lightning!
"This is…"
Zang Jiuge could feel it—this weapon was transforming!
It was becoming… a Burial Weapon!
[The Final Trial—Slay the King of Spirits]
Suddenly, the battlefield trembled.
A colossal figure emerged from the void.
A towering War Spirit, clad in blackened battle armor, stood with a ten-meter-long greatsword resting on its back.
Its eyes burned with a crimson glow, locking onto Zang Jiuge.
Silence fell.
Then, from the depths of the dark void, a voice boomed:
"The final trial—slay the War Spirit King. Bury its soul to forge your first true Burial Weapon!"
BOOM!
The War Spirit King raised its greatsword and swung!
The battlefield split apart, shockwaves surging like a tidal wave of destruction!
Zang Jiuge's pupils shrank. The sheer power behind that strike surpassed everything he had faced before!
But rather than fear, a bloodthirsty grin crept onto his lips.
His burial marks trembled, and the battle axe in his hands roared with power.
"Perfect timing…"
"I'll use you… to forge my first weapon of burial!"
BOOM!!!
A collision that would shake the heavens and earth—
The life-or-death battle had begun!