Chapter 874

But immortal-grade divine weapons had already transcended the concept of mere objects, developing instead toward true battle companions.

Possessing an immortal-grade divine weapon made it not impossible to challenge across a major realm!

Yet now this hall of palaces, which in theory should have been the hall of immortal-grade divine weapons—how could it not leak even half a trace of aura?

"Alright! Everyone, please!"

Even without looking at the crowd's expressions, Di Shitian could sense through Qi that they were all puzzled.

But he did not wish to explain, merely raising his hand again in an inviting gesture.

Lord Qiye nodded, no longer doubtful, and strode in first into this third hall of palaces.

The rest of the crowd filed in immediately after.

Once everyone had entered this hall of palaces, they found that the number of divine weapons here was indeed nearly half less than in the second hall.

Moreover, the variety of weapons was far from as rich as that of the second hall.

Most crucially, every single divine weapon was enshrined within a shrine-like casket.

Stored separately around the four walls.

Nor did each divine weapon shine with spiritual radiance like the heaven-grade divine weapons.

Instead, like ordinary weapons, they showed no luster at all.

"Mr. Xu, you're not joking, are you? Surely these displayed here aren't all ordinary weapons?"

Chahetai examined the surroundings carefully, then leaned in as close as he could to look.

He discovered that on the blade of one treasured sword, there was even a bit of rust.

At this, he could no longer hold back, pointing at the rust as he spoke,

"Even rusted ordinary weapons are placed here—surely the Qinglong Society doesn't actually have divine weapons above heaven-grade?

Then the four grades mentioned earlier—divine, immortal, heaven, earth…"

Speaking to here, Chahetai said no more.

But his expression was strange, clearly thinking the Qinglong Society was passing off inferior goods, filling the ranks with mere pretenders.

Storing ordinary weapons in shrine-like boxes, impersonating immortal-grade divine weapons!

The people of the other great powers, seeing this rust, could not help but find it strange as well.

Di Shitian, however, did not explain further, merely giving a light tap before that rusted treasured sword.

The shrine trembled, and the next moment—

The originally plain and unadorned treasured sword, looking like scrap iron, suddenly blazed with divine light from within the shrine.

Immediately after, this treasured sword actually prepared to emerge from the shrine.

The sword body, like a puddle of mud, kept shifting and stretching.

But no matter how it shifted, it could never leave the bounds of the shrine.

Seeing this treasured sword change shape at will, the crowd already clicked their tongues in wonder, understanding that this rusted treasured sword before them was no ordinary item.

Yet unexpectedly, a baby-like wailing voice suddenly came,

"Ah! Damn it! It's you, Xu Fu, you've come to tease me again.

Clearly you and I don't get along, so why come tease me?

Alright, alright, enough talk, let me out so I can get some air!"

The crowd was startled at first, wondering how a baby could appear in this great hall.

After looking around, they found Di Shitian speaking to that treasured sword,

"Qingming, I'm not teasing you—someone took you for an ordinary item, and I didn't want your fine reputation slandered, so I woke you.

Besides, this Sword-Staying Casket was crafted by the Great Dragon Head himself; with my meager abilities, how could I possibly have the power to release you?

Within this Sword-Staying Casket, you can absorb the primordial force of heaven and earth, be nurtured by it, and be aided in breaking through sooner—what's wrong with that?"

It turned out this shrine-like casket was called the Sword-Staying Casket, and it had been personally crafted by the Great Dragon Head.

Most crucially, according to Di Shitian's meaning, this Sword-Staying Casket looked unremarkable.

Yet in reality, it could nurture divine weapons and accelerate their breakthrough?

This rusted divine weapon before them could speak eloquently and change shape at will.

Though the crowd had never seen such a thing, they figured such marvels must mean it was an immortal-grade divine weapon.

If an immortal-grade divine weapon broke through further, wouldn't that be a divine-grade divine weapon?

If so, then all the divine weapons in this hall might be immortal-grade divine weapons?

And these immortal-grade divine weapons, all stored within Sword-Staying Caskets, all had the chance to break through to divine-grade?

This… this would be how many divine-grade divine weapons!

Thinking to here, the crowd could not help but feel dizzy and dazzled, even feeling a chill run down their spines.

Chahetai, hearing this one-person-one-sword conversation beyond his comprehension, was utterly dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a long while.

"Alright, alright, boring.

Although there's hope of breaking through here, I'd rather come out and play!

But then again, playing with this fool is no fun at all!"

Within the Sword-Staying Casket, Qingming transformed into the shape of a finger and pointed at Chahetai, who was right before him.

Clearly the fool he spoke of was Chahetai.

This playful move drew snorts of laughter from the high-ranking members of all the powers present, who could not help but smile.

Hearing the crowd's laughter, Chahetai now wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Embarrassing, too damn embarrassing!

Mistaking a divine weapon for an ordinary weapon, and being disdainfully called a fool by the divine weapon itself!

But who could blame them for having eyes but no pearls—after all, they had called the immortal-grade divine weapon Qingming a mortal weapon first!

Amid the laughter, Qingming once again reverted to the appearance of a treasured sword with rust stains, lying quietly in the Sword-Sheath Box, utterly still.

This time, no one in the crowd dared look down on the divine weapons in the room that looked like mortal weapons.

Judging from Qingming's situation, these were clearly all immortal-grade divine weapons!

These were immortal-grade divine weapons!

Even the great imperial dynasties might not possess many!

Moreover, the Qinglong Society's immortal-grade divine weapon could actually speak.

This was simply too subversive to imagine.

For a moment, the crowd only dared to quietly observe the divine weapons in the Sword-Sheath Box, no longer daring to be as loud and brash as Chahatai.

Only unable to touch—these immortal-grade divine weapons, resting within the Sword-Sheath Box, looked just like mortal weapons.

The entire great hall was utterly silent.

So much so that this hall housing the immortal-grade divine weapons was far less impressive-looking than the hall of heaven-grade divine weapons.

After observing for a while and hesitating repeatedly.

In the end, no one, like Chahatai, "woke up" the divine weapons.

After all, everyone present held no low a status or position; being called a "fool" in public was already extremely embarrassing.

Moreover, the one doing the "speaking" wasn't even a person, which made it all the more awkward.

"Alright, this viewing session ends here. Everyone, follow me out of the Divine Weapon Hall!"

Not long after, Di Shitian noticed these people were lacking in enthusiasm and laughed secretly in his heart.

He immediately called to the crowd, preparing to rise and leave this third-tier hall.

"Wait a moment! Mr. Xu."

Chahatai once again leapt out.

"What is it?"

Di Shitian's expression didn't change as he looked at Chahatai and asked lightly.

If not for the fact that this Chahatai had been invited by the Qinglong Society, Di Shitian truly wouldn't have wanted to bother with these people.

"Didn't you say your esteemed society possesses treasures of four great grades—divine, immortal, heaven, and earth?

This Divine Weapon Hall should also have divine-grade divine weapons!

Why then does Mr. Xu not take us to view them?"

Although he had just been called a fool by a weapon, Chahatai was not truly a fool.