Li Mo was giving it his all.
Good news: he had indeed managed to budge the Apocalypse Meteor Hammer.
Bad news: he could only move it a hair’s breadth.
That hair’s breadth was likely the hammer using his strength to do the heavy lifting.
“This hammer isn’t big, but it feels heavier than the weight of the universe!”
“I can easily carry a spiny-backed turtle now, but I doubt I can even lift a thousand pounds!”
Li Mo sighed as he relaxed, feeling a wave of defeated emotion.
Fortunately, he never intended on lifting this thing by himself.
If he could, the hammer wouldn’t be sitting in this cave of eternal darkness.
No worries.
He still had a little trick up his sleeve.
“World Seed.”
“Now I can channel the slightest bit of its power to maintain it.”
“The duration is super short, so I’ve got to be quick…”
Li Mo didn’t come alone.
Behind him was a whole entire world.
Though this world was freshly-born, weak, and chaotic.
But still, it was a world.
Crackle—
The moment he tapped into the power of the World Seed, his bones sounded like popcorn popping, his bl**d surged and roared, and thirteen meridians felt like furious dragons stretching for the sky.
An overwhelming force flowed through him.
Li Mo even had the bizarre illusion that if there was a ring on the Apocalypse Mountain for him to grab, he could lift the whole stinkin’ mountain!
“Up!”
Bang—
The hammer’s sound exploded, a hundred times louder than before.
The Apocalypse Meteor Hammer.
After a thousand years, it was once again in someone’s grasp.
Just for a split second.
Li Mo quickly stashed it away in his little world.
Then he felt like a deflated balloon and collapsed onto the ground, not wanting to move a single finger, letting the sweat flow puddles beneath him.
“Thank goodness… thank goodness the weapon isn’t actually alive.”
“Or else I really wouldn’t be able to store it in my little world.”
“I can’t believe I actually lifted a divine weapon!”
Little Li’s chest was rising and falling like a bellows, with stars dancing before his eyes.
His mind was a whirlpool of chaotic thoughts.
He had tapped into a power that wasn’t his own; the after-effects were too intense. If he sustained this for another second, his body would surely start to fall apart.
But, in the end, he had succeeded…
Li Mo’s consciousness drifted, and he felt drowsiness overcoming him.
Just as he was about to doze off, he heard an old, sharp bang.
It sounded somewhat familiar…
Was that Elder Han He?
…
Midnight.
Shenbing Peak, Elder’s residence.
In the dim light, one could see various metal scraps and half-finished weapons littered about; rather than an elder’s home, it seemed like a weapons warehouse.
“Where’s the hammer?”
“Where’s the ancestral weapon of Shenbing Peak?!”
Looking at Little Li sprawled out and snoring like a chainsaw, Elder Han He paced around, second-guessing his life choices.
The usually composed Elder was now looking utterly clueless.
“Will you quit mumbling?”
“Ugh, I’m about to d*e from your nagging.”
Shang Wu, reclining with an elegant poise, her leg flashing in the light, rested her chin in one hand and said:
“Tsk, that lazy disciple, sleeping so deeply. We agreed to roast a whole lamb today…”
“What time do you think it is? You still want to eat!”
Elder Han He’s temper soared, shaking with anger:
“That’s a divine weapon! The very name Shenbing Peak comes from it! If it goes missing, I’ll be too ashamed to face the ancestors even in d*ath!”
If Shang Wu weren’t there, he would’ve shaken Li Mo awake already.
“Anyway, no one could use it; it’s just gathering dust there.”
Shang Wu squinted her eyes, disgruntled:
“And for the love of all things divine, could you keep your volume down? Do you think I’m deaf?”
Han He: “…”
What kind of unholy act did I commit in my past life to end up with you as my disciple duo?
“Hmm… huh?”
Just then, the snoozing Li Mo finally stirred after taking what felt like half a day of naps, yawned widely, and slowly opened his eyes.
He was met with a zoomed-in view of an old, aged face, eyes bloodshot.
Little Li jumped, nearly throwing a punch.
“Elder Han He! Why’re you getting so close? You scared me half to d*ath!”
“I scared you? I was almost scared to d*ath by you!”
Elder Han He burst into a chuckle out of frustration and asked quickly:
“Quick, where’s the hammer? Where’s the ancestral hammer?!”
“Uhh…”
Shang Wu clenched her fist and feigned a cough.
The signal was clear: mind your volume when talking to the old man.
Han He’s temper reached boiling point.
Seriously?! You lost the lifeblood of Shenbing Peak, and I still have to put on a smile to serve you?
But he knew panicking wouldn’t help.
He had to try to ask calmly:
“Li Zhenchuang, when you were at the bottom of Divine Edge Cave, did you see a hammer?”
As he spoke, the old man gestured broadly with his hands:
“About this big…”
“I did see it.”
Li Mo nodded vigorously.
“Where’s the hammer? Where is it?!”
Han He’s pace quickened.
“It’s gone.”
Little Li shrugged his shoulders.
“Gone?!”
Elder Han He’s vision went dark.
Li Mo nodded and added:
“When I went down to the bottom of Divine Edge Cave, I did see the hammer you mentioned.
Out of curiosity, I touched it, and then, poof, it was gone.
I think… I might’ve stored it in my Xumi item.”
He simplified the process.
He also referred to his little world as an Xumi item.
Correct, this little world had storage capabilities, commonly referred to as Xumi items.
For example, the wine gourd of the beautiful master was one such item.
Of course, this wasn’t as common as some novels portray.
It involved a mysteriously curved space.
Only an expert in this mystical field could carve out space from rare materials.
Thus, these Xumi items were incredibly scarce.
Except for Shang Wu, no elder from any peak possessed such high-end goods; only the sect had one in the hands of the master.
“You’ve got some decent inheritance there, my disciple.”
Shang Wu’s eyes sparkled with intrigue.
“Xumi item?”
Elder Han He gawked.
His confusion only grew.
For example, how did Li Mo get close to the Apocalypse Meteor Hammer?
And how did he manage to take it?
No matter how impressive the Xumi item was, it shouldn’t be able to contain something that couldn’t be lifted by a human.
“Isn’t the truth just about to unravel?”
Shang Wu mused, stroking her chin, reasoning:
“It must’ve recognized him.”
“Divine weapons, who knows, maybe they feel light as a feather to some, while heavy as mountains to others, right?”
Li Mo: “??”
That sounds reasonable.
But the Apocalypse Meteor Hammer didn’t seem to work that way.
Suddenly, Little Li noticed his beautiful master wink at him.
Li Mo had an inkling:
“Uh, I didn’t think it felt heavy back then.”
“Can you take it out now?”
“Like you saw…”
Li Mo shook his head with a pained smile: “When I stored it, I felt like my mind was about to explode, and I nearly lost consciousness. I probably won’t be able to take it out for a short while.”
Shang Wu smiled and said, “Well, see? You need to let my disciple rest. If he overexerts himself, hum, he might never get it out again!”
The two master and disciple were in perfect harmony.
“Recognized…?”
Elder Han He’s half-formed suspicion started solidifying, leaving him feeling increasingly shattered.
Since the ancestors, Shenbing Peak hadn’t had anyone capable of wielding divine weapons, and now a rookie from another peak had snagged one.
And he was still at the bl**d Qi Stage!
His feelings were a mixed bag, and he could only feel helpless.
The ancestors never left behind any related records. What Shang Wu said, well, it did make a few possibilities seem plausible.
The hammer was indeed no longer at the cave’s bottom.
The argument could be made, albeit weakly.
It made sense.
But who knew whether that was the actual situation? All based on mere words from you!
After pondering, Elder Han He finally spoke:
“Well, if that’s the case, let him keep the divine weapon at Shenbing Peak for now.”
