Axe Warrior

"The Way can be understood, and surname can be named, but not ordinary.
Without a name, it's the beginning of heaven and earth. With a name, it's the mother of all things.
Well, there might be another 'name,' called the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, hehe..."
"I've achieved enlightenment! I've achieved enlightenment!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Watching his fellow Daoist whose skull has split open, the ribcage torn, growing wings of flesh, and flying into the sky,
Li Fan, with lingering fear, stops his sermon for the day.
"Sigh, I can't just blabber about the Daoist skill anymore, I've driven another one mad..."

The Taoist ancestor is Cthulhu

The immortals of this world seemed to uphold a similar doctrine to that of systematic civilizations when it comes to crafting magical artefacts. Even the most powerful magical flying swords could not display their full power without a master to wield them. If the spirit within the artefact had not yet taken human form, it couldn't even flee; once it was enveloped by a Daoist breath, it could be taken away with the pinch of a "Losing Treasure" spell.


Li Fan soared about like a sparrowhawk, using True Qi of the Heavenly Garment to transform into dozens of large hands, pulling each and every artefact that had lost its fighting ability into his grasp, snapping and breaking them, reducing all to a state of severe damage and destruction. With the artefacts' bodies severely damaged, the spirits within would fall into slumber, and it would be very difficult for them to recover their original spiritual memories, even if they were repaired.


Chapter 362: The Sword Casting Pool