Chapter 938: Chapter 640: True Spirit, Illusion and Reality, Birth of the Divine Weapon!

Buzz——

Yang Zhaoxing’s pupils suddenly contracted as he saw an ancient and solemn aura rise from Meng Chuan’s body and shoot skyward!

The elephant god stepped into the void, its body protecting the high walls of the perception sea.

Two dragon demons, one illusory and one real, flanked it on either side.

Facing the roaring Ying Zhao, the elephant god let out a resonant long cry, its trunk wrapped in deep and restrained dazzling golden glaze light, swinging heavily!

The dragon demon played a supporting role beside it, while the silly replica rushed forward recklessly.

In its heart, it knew that to deal with such things, it had to rely on the elephant god’s big brother to act... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Boom!!!

The dazzling golden light collided fiercely with the black muffled thunder.

Within the perception sea, heaven’s thunder met earth’s fire in battle.

Outside the body, an intense light instantly rose around Meng Chuan.

Yang Zhaoxing and Yang Yuelian instinctively squinted their eyes, accompanied by a surge of imposing momentum that swept over their eardrums and heart spirit.

Yang Zhaoxing waved to summon Gang Qi, wrapping it around his granddaughter.

After a while.

The light dissipated, and the Qi strength calmed.

The two looked on in shock, only to see Ying Zhao’s enormous body suddenly stiffen and then gradually tremble and shiver.

Meng Chuan seemed to transform into a human black hole, then swallowed up half of Ying Zhao’s body like a whale absorbing the sea.

Ying Zhao’s four claws kicked and struggled furiously, unable to pull free, eventually becoming completely rigid...

"..."

Within the perception sea.

Two elephant legs pressed heavily on the scruffy bird’s body, fan-like ears stirring fierce winds.

As the monster beneath it scattered into light and disappeared, the elephant god slowly returned to its place, still silently guarding everything.

Meng Chuan’s large hand wrapped in spiritual power glowed faintly red, dragging Ying Zhao back into the furnace.

Hiss——

Flames rose three meters high, only accompanied by a sharp shriek as the halberd blade became increasingly bright.

Yang Zhaoxing looked at the scene, still finding it hard to believe.

The true spirit of a fourth-tier great demon, even for him, required a prolonged struggle before he had the confidence to subdue it.

Yet, in a flash, Ying Zhao had entered the furnace...

And the light that had just burst forth from Meng Chuan’s body, what was that...

He faintly heard the extremely majestic and grand elephant roar, wondering how many undisclosed means this young man still hid...

Suddenly, an exaggerated thought rose in his mind.

This boy didn’t even use his full strength when opposing Huo Zhan!

Meng Chuan didn’t know what old Yang was thinking.

He was quietly watching the furnace fire, waiting for the moment when the halberd would be reborn through fire.

In the firelight, a shadow resembling a dragon, a tiger, and an eagle extended its claws, seemingly fighting against his blood.

The true spirit of Ying Zhao, half-dead from Meng Chuan’s blows, was like a toothless tiger, only leaving behind one last wisp of resentment and willpower for a final struggle.

Moments later, it was finally squeezed into the halberd bit by bit by the blood, completely vanishing.

Gazing at the halberd in the fire, Meng Chuan suddenly felt a vague sense of connection rising within him.

He turned his head, and the response still clung to the back of his head, lingering for a long time.

No longer hesitating.

Meng Chuan turned around, forcefully thrusting his hands into the sea of fire, with raging flames winding up his arms, he solemnly pulled out the halberd shaft.

At the same time, at the instant of touching the halberd’s shaft, a tremor suddenly arose from his inner realm.

Upon the Geng Metal Mountains, a gigantic eagle slowly lay prostrate.

The eagle’s body was entwined with mottled lightning patterns, crackling, yet with a single thought from Meng Chuan, it transformed into a cold and deadly weapon, quietly suspended.

The Geng Metal Qi strength blown up by the mountains blended with the weapon, creating a crisp friction sound that gradually resounded through the inner realm.

Meng Chuan felt his hands lighten, withdrew his introspection, and quickly looked down.

The divine weapon in his hands was also gone.

Yang Zhaoxing watched his masterpiece disappear, not the least bit surprised, instead walking forward with a smile:

"The divine weapon has spirit, its spirituality far surpasses that of your fist blade, now recognizing its master and nurturing within your inner world, growing sharper.

If one possesses Geng Metal Qi, regardless of elephant form or Xingyi, they can further enhance the power of the divine weapon, raising its limit within fourth tier."

No wonder...

Meng Chuan looked at the eagle seeming to sleep atop the Geng Metal Mountains, lost in thought.

"Senior, didn’t you say only after the inner world takes shape can [turn illusion into reality]? How does my inner realm accommodate a real divine weapon?"

Yang Zhaoxing stroked his beard and explained:

"This is one of the benefits of molding spirit with one’s own blood, every part of the divine weapon is soaked by the willpower contained in the blood, don’t forget, martial arts willpower is the foundation of a martial arts family!"

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Whether it’s the solidified martial arts momentum or the martial arts intention created by transforming mind into magnetic fields, both are processes of converting illusion into reality.

In this, willpower is the core that gathers everything.

When the divine weapon is gathered within, it is the willpower guiding the conversion from material to immaterial.

When it emerges again, it is the conversion from immaterial to material.

As for why Chen Xuan’s fourth-tier divine sword could only be carried on the back, unable to be gathered within...

Now, whether Chen Xuan has broken three, Meng Chuan doesn’t know.

But at that time, Chen Xuan only had a second limit martial arts cultivation.

Even if the sword was molded with his blood, where would he have an inner realm to store it...

Amongst geniuses worldwide, only the scorpion baby has a unique presence, prematurely possessing an inner realm at the second great limit.

Meng Chuan moved his mind, willpower mixed within, dexterously stirring the giant bird lying atop the mountain.

The friction sound from the Geng Metal Mountains abruptly ceased.

Next moment, countless black light particles gathered at the tiger’s mouth he held with his right hand, gradually assembling into a peerless weapon over ten meters long.