Chapter 316: Ideal

Campus novel Blue Star qiuyezw Blue Star text / Chapter: 5063:

The night sky of Fuyuki City.

The season had reached winter; all things in this world should have been silent as ice and snow in the cold night, sinking into stillness within the dark that granted all things rest.

But now.

The pitch-black sky was dotted with star-dust like diamonds, gleaming brilliantly. The city below glowed with a thin golden radiance, as if turned into a city of gold.

At first, a single meteor traced a miraculous arc across the dark sky; then came a waterfall of falling stars, as if two meteor showers from opposite directions had unexpectedly met on this most coincidental of days.

"Hero-King! Is your weapon reserve sufficient?!"

"Don't get too arrogant, bastard!!!"

High above, Weigong Shilang plummeted from the heavens, weapons clutched around him; moonlight glinted off countless artifacts, shimmering silver like a river of stars cascading down, ready to engulf all things within.

In response rose a golden ocean that replaced half the sky—like the slumbering resting place of stars—where, at the Golden King's command, golden stars surged forth in vast, relentless waves.

Deafening roars echoed above the city, warping the air into layer upon layer of waves.

Sky and earth trembled; each meteor-like weapon carried magic and spiritual energy so dense they were visible to the naked eye. The moment they collided, the world turned pure white.

The world's devastation had barely ended when, the instant color returned, the sky changed again.

"What's wrong, trash!? Is that all you've got?!" Gilgamesh's eyes swirled with savage vortices, "Dare you challenge me with such a pitiful stash?!"

After a brief clash of sword and spear, their positions were once again severed by the flood of treasures; now, behind Weigong Shilang, fewer than five thousand weapons remained.

Broken blades continuously shot out, drifting down like silver feathers—some from Weigong Shilang's projections and originals, others from Gilgamesh's treasury.

Yet neither showed any sign of regret; they let the weapons collide, let them wear each other down.

Spiritual energy transfer complete.

Five thousand weapons—at this rate, they'll be exhausted in at most three rounds.

Weigong Shilang said nothing, took a jade vial from his storage ring, opened it, and swallowed its spiritual liquid in one gulp.

Magic extraction, begin.

Spiritual energy transfer, complete.

Divine projection, abolished.

Basic framework, elucidated.

Composition material, elucidated.

Basic framework, altered.

Composition material, reinforced.

All procedures, complete.

"Projection."

Weigong Shilang opened his left hand toward the sky, as if grasping all within it; his spiritual sense swept over the weapons and instantly recorded their data into his mind as backup.

"Begin."

The instant he swung his left hand toward Gilgamesh, another thousand treasures appeared in the sky.

Gilgamesh sneered, his smile widening further: "Looks like I won't be bored after all, faker!!!"

Four treasure vault entrances opened around Weigong Shilang, twisting like tornadoes; countless artifacts fired out like machine-gun fire, forming a golden tornado. Occasionally, a treasure pierced Weigong Shilang's sword curtain—but was blocked by his protective shield.

Gilgamesh seized this chance to ascend above Weigong Shilang, looking down with supreme disdain; golden armor materialized upon his body.

"A mere trash, daring to attack from above my head." Gilgamesh drew from his Treasury of Kings a sharp, obsidian-black longsword; the moment it appeared, an aura of destruction and calamity spread:

"Is it this spear in your hand that gives you courage?"

He hurled the sword at Weigong Shilang—its speed surpassed even a meteor tearing through the sky, like a black lightning bolt.

Weigong Shilang's eyes narrowed; as the Jade Barrier shield was corroded and pierced, he drew the Purple Jade Sword and met it with a slash.

Boom—!

A figure shot skyward; the purple sword-shadow expanded instantly, spinning and blasting away surrounding treasures. The sword qi resembled a crescent moon, radiant silver—suddenly, dozens of colossal crescent moons appeared in the sky.

"Hahahahahahaha!! Yes! Just like that!" Gilgamesh's space rippled; thousands of doors of his Treasury of Kings opened simultaneously, shattering the crescent moons.

"I never thought this utterly boring era would produce someone like you! Trying to copy my treasures?!"

"Granted."

"Let your false life sing a song to please me! Until this game ends, copy as many as you wish—I shall erase you along with your false self!"

What reappeared were B-rank and above treasures—weapons famed in countless myths and legends, or obscure even to history; each alone could forge a legend, an epic.

In the past, Weigong Shilang would have exhausted his magic after the first projection, unable to match Gilgamesh's speed in summoning treasures.

But now, he was not merely a mage—he was a Nascent Soul cultivator. For Nascent Soul cultivators from other worlds, facing powerful treasures still carried risk—but Weigong Shilang did not rely on his cultivation alone.

Cultivation was a tool to elevate one's life tier—flesh, nerves, brain. As his body improved, the hierarchy of objects he could project rose accordingly; his projection speed and perfection grew with his cultivation.

Weigong Shilang's combat power never stemmed from himself, but from forging his inner will into the sharpest blade.

Day after day of squeezing himself to fulfill orders—if his proficiency could still be clumsy, that would be the strangest thing.

Duan De and the Black Emperor, those two bastards, sometimes took orders without even considering whether his "normal production rate" could deliver on time.

Did he face only a few sect cultivators as customers? If so, he'd thank heaven and earth.

Now, his clients included the Dao Yi Sacred Land, Yin-Yang Sacred Land, Purple Mansion Sacred Land, Yao Guang Sacred Land, the Ji Clan, the Jiang Clan, the Wang Clan, the Demon Tribes, cultivators from Han Li's world, cultivators from Song Shuhang's world...

If magic was insufficient, he supplemented with magic potions—Yi Leina had been producing side-effect-free potions daily, and the magic transfer device moved magic between them.

When magic ran out, he used spiritual energy instead; when spiritual energy ran low, he consumed spiritual fruits and herbs, plus various heavenly treasures and sacred medicines.

Both his projection technique and speed had long been pushed to their absolute limits through brutal, extractive-style development.

Bathed in golden light, Weigong Shilang's lips curled into a faint smile.

"A false existence..."

The Bai Yu Shield stood before Weigong Shilang—the Bai Yu Shield from the Nine Divine Weapons of the Feihua King, its aura linked to the Zi Yu Sword, its pressure spreading to cover the heavens.

The assault of the artifacts was unstoppable; the remaining weapons of Weigong Shilang and the previously projected artifacts were effortlessly pierced by these mysteriously superior artifacts.

Yet the golden storm of artifacts struck this shield and left not a single mark, like Mount Taishan standing immovable.

"Indeed, as you say, whether these weapons or the very meaning of my existence, all were born from falsehood."

Under the protection of the Bai Yu Shield, Weigong Shilang calmly took out a ring and slipped it onto his finger; compared to the previous storage pouch, this ultra-high-capacity storage ring held the accumulated projections of himself, gathered daily.

"After returning, I'll have to restock again—I really hope industrial production lines improve their quality soon."

Weigong Shilang sighed; seven remaining divine weapons appeared simultaneously beside him. Though he possessed no Lunhai and no Xiantai, the instant these nine divine weapons manifested, Dao and Li entwined and intertwined, and as their creator, Weigong Shilang could awaken their divine essence.

The power of the Biyu Knife, Zi Yu Sword, Chi Yu Spear, Moyu Halberd, and Bai Yu Shield manifested, forging the most impregnable defense.

Weigong Shilang hurled the spear in his hand and the stored Chonghong Spear into the sky, then drew forth the Legacy of the City Builder; the spearhead's amber-woven flame churned the cold wind and drifting clouds, each rupture of the air roaring like thunder across the nine heavens.

The woven flame blanketed the heavens, the fire that scorched the sky tore through the firmament, and the shockwave sang the ancient song of oaths.

Boom!!!

In the instant the fire lit the sky, that figure shattered through the golden storm, becoming a streak of light racing toward Gilgamesh, who hovered ten meters above.

The Hero-King blinked: "What are those artifacts?!"

Frowning, he immediately upgraded the quality of all artifacts within the King's Treasury to A-rank; a door above his right shoulder opened, revealing a lance radiating blinding brilliance.

Divine Declaration

A conceptual artifact that transcends fate and causality, destined to pierce the heart.

"Is that all you've got?" Weigong Shilang's mocking words had barely left his lips when a blue teleportation gate appeared beside him; a crooked, withered spear shot out from within.

At that moment, an identical resonance emanated from that spear, colliding with the Eternal Spear fired from the King's Treasury.

"Disappointing."

A blade of light pierced through space, brushing past Gilgamesh's ear with a faint heat; he remained with his head turned, his eyes filled with unmistakable shock.

A trickle of blood flowed down Gilgamesh's cheek; he turned to see Weigong Shilang standing behind him, who reached out and caught the black spear spinning in from the other side.

"Divine power," Gilgamesh frowned, his gaze fixed on Weigong Shilang, ignoring the earlier mockery:

"Since earlier, I've sensed something off—on you, and on all your weapons, there hides a different kind of divine power."

"That spear isn't a replica—it's the genuine article."

"You bastard… have you somehow contacted those gods from somewhere?"

He clearly sensed the intense divine power on the Eternal Spear in Weigong Shilang's hand—not the faint residue of a bygone mythic age, but an overwhelming, alien divine power utterly incompatible with this mysterious, backward modern world.

"Who knows?" Weigong Shilang smiled. "At this point, aren't you going to use that weapon?"

"Only a sovereign has the right to behold that weapon," Gilgamesh's arrogance remained unshaken. "A mongrel like you, who kneels before gods, has no right to approach that weapon."

Thousands of golden doors opened again; this time, the artifacts emerging were among the supreme treasures of legend.

"Be grateful, mongrel!"

Hearing this, Weigong Shilang surrounded himself with the nine divine weapons, and the blessing divine art provided by Su Lin also manifested.

If Weigong Shilang had previously been a sword capable of cleaving mountains and splitting seas, now, revealing all his power without restraint, he was a mythic life capable of bringing about the end and destruction of this heaven and earth.

"Do you know, Gilgamesh?" Weigong Shilang walked toward him, meeting the incoming weapons head-on, his gaze growing colder:

"I think I know what you intend to use the Holy Grail for."

"And then?" Gilgamesh wiped the blood from his cheek, his eyes filled with revulsion as he watched Weigong Shilang approach. "You're not going to claim you want to save the world, are you, Chosen of the Gods?"

Contempt was unmistakable.

Weigong Shilang slashed away a Lei Ting Scepter; the nine divine weapons launched successive strikes, autonomously clashing with the divine artifacts—but Weigong Shilang, neither their original master nor a Zhan Dao King, gradually found himself struggling to handle them.

Fantasy Collapse!

The Dao and Li contained within the nine divine weapons erupted; the thunderous voice of the Great Dao echoed across the night sky.

"I'm going to purify the Holy Grail."

Weigong Shilang looked at Gilgamesh, his expression solemn; behind him, a pair of pure white luminous wings unfolded.

He became pure light; his sword unsheathed, he slashed toward Gilgamesh with ultimate speed.

"An angel?!"

Around Gilgamesh, the Divine Shields and World Shields appeared; his physical attributes instantly surged to an unbelievable level.

The Eternal Spear in his hand had clearly radiated earth's divine power—he had assumed some Nordic deity was interfering—but now, this form of his…

"Then I'll wish upon the Holy Grail to create a world where no one is harmed!"

The sword qi surged like an ocean, striking the shields.

"A world where humans make no sacrifices, where everyone lives equally!"

Weigong Shilang's voice carried through the ringing of blades and the whistling of projectiles into Gilgamesh's ears.

"Even the weak who cannot face the darkness—within this world, they can gradually adapt, and find their own light!"

"What did you say?!!!" Gilgamesh's expression twisted; if his earlier feeling had been revulsion, it had now hardened into loathing.

Weigong Shilang removed the storage ring from his finger; as he moved through the barrage in the sky, he slashed his sword down upon the ring.

Space warped, compressed, then expanded.

Tens of thousands of magical artifacts replaced the sky, among them weapons interwoven with Dao and Li; though some were flawed, over ten genuine royal weapons appeared together.

These weapons swiftly scattered, forming an unceasing river of steel that encircled all space within several miles.

"You wish to make hardship a beacon for humanity, so they realize they still have choices?"

"Then I shall shatter this fantasy of yours!"

The sky of Dongmu glowed with boundless golden light; the clouds drifting in the night turned into auspicious clouds—but this scene lasted only seconds before countless rock spears, wreathed in swirling mist, pierced the heavens like rain.

"Disappear, Gilgamesh!!!"

(End of Chapter)