“Didn’t they say we could take anything? Why only one piece? That’s not what was promised,” Chu Feng said.
“One is enough,” Yin Zhuanghong replied, then ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Seeing this, Chu Feng quickly followed.
The second floor was just as empty, but at its center stood a knife.
Forged from what seemed like white steel, it looked exceptionally sharp.
Chu Feng could tell the blade was exquisitely crafted, offering no benefit to cultivators but enhancing a World Spirit’s combat power.
“Truly a master World Spiritist’s work,” Chu Feng couldn’t help but marvel, knowing even he couldn’t craft such a weapon now.
Yin Zhuanghong glanced at it briefly before continuing upward.
Chu Feng, after his moment of awe, followed suit.
As they progressed, they noticed each floor of the Tongtian Tower held a single weapon.
And the higher the floor, the better the weapon’s quality.
Given this, Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong stopped inspecting and kept climbing.
The Tongtian Tower had 8,765 floors in total.
The second floor’s weapon was already of fine quality, so the top floor’s weapon must be extraordinary.
However, when they reached the 101st floor, something felt off.
The weapon here was significantly better than the 100th floor’s—not just a slight improvement but a qualitative leap.
Below the 101st floor, weapons could be taken freely.
But on the 101st floor, the weapon was guarded by a formation that had to be broken to claim it.
“They said we could take anything, but it’s one piece only. Now we have to break formations? Rumors really can’t be trusted,” Chu Feng sighed.
“I think it’s reasonable. If someone took all the weapons, what would be left for others?” Yin Zhuanghong said. “The greater your ability, the better the weapon you can claim. I see no issue.”
“I’m just venting, not saying it’s wrong,” Chu Feng clarified.
They continued climbing.
As expected, the higher the floor, the better the weapons and the stronger the guarding formations.
The early formations were trivial for Chu Feng, but the later ones required effort.
The 8,764th floor’s formation was particularly perilous, far more dangerous than the killing formation outside the tower.
Breaking it was no simple task.
It demanded careful preparation.
Yet the weapon it guarded was a masterpiece.
A golden longsword, exquisitely refined, exuded a regal aura. Though not imposing in appearance, it radiated the presence of a king among weapons.
Other weapons, no matter how impressive, were nameless.
But this sword was the only weapon Chu Feng had seen with a name.
It was called the Huangming Sword!!!
Along the way, Chu Feng had eyed several appealing weapons, but upon seeing this sword, he discarded all others.
If he had to choose now, it would be the Huangming Sword.
“Looks like you’re tempted,” Chu Feng said, noticing Yin Zhuanghong’s gaze fixed on the Huangming Sword.
“We’ll see what the top floor holds before deciding,” she replied, heading to the final floor.
Chu Feng eagerly followed.
His heart raced with excitement.
If the Huangming Sword was this captivating, what would the top floor’s weapon be like?
“This…”
Finally, they reached the top floor of the Tongtian Tower.
Chu Feng froze, his expression and eyes perfectly conveying his overwhelming excitement.
Before him was a massive scythe.
Mostly black, its blade was a dark red.
Eerie, domineering, and razor-sharp.
Even the Huangming Sword paled in comparison.
Most importantly, this black scythe was a perfect match for Queen-sama.
Even its name was fitting.
It was called the Death God’s Blade.
In that moment, Chu Feng was certain—this scythe was his.
“I’ll take this one,” Yin Zhuanghong’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Girl, the Huangming Sword suits your World Spirit better,” Chu Feng said.
“I said I want this one. If you want it too, we’ll fight for it,” Yin Zhuanghong declared.
“Honestly, I owe you for getting in here, so I should yield. But I love this weapon too much. So, as you said, let’s fight for it,” Chu Feng said, shifting his gaze from the Death God’s Blade to the formation guarding it.
Unlike the complex formations below, this one was simple—a circular boundary formation.
It looked like it was made of water, with faint lightning flickering within.
It was distinctly different from the other formations.
The Death God’s Blade lay within.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the formation.
It was an elderly man, his face too blurred to discern.
He stepped out and said, “This formation cannot be broken. Enter it and take the weapon.”
“That simple?” Chu Feng asked.
“You can feel its power first,” the old man said, ignoring Chu Feng. He dipped his hand into the formation and flicked his fingers.
Pfft—
Pfft—
Two nail-sized water droplets floated out.
“This thing seems dangerous,” Chu Feng said, sensing the droplets’ threat, as they carried the formation’s power.
Yet, after speaking, he reached for one of the droplets.
