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Lu Yan suddenly realized that the Thunder Sword had drifted here from some other place two or three thousand years ago.
Two or three thousand years ago, there were no longer any masters in this world.
"Before… Jin Ming, then above the Nine Layer Heaven, are there other weapons floating around?"
Lu Yan asked, his heart burning with eagerness.
"There are, but very few, and most of them have no spirit left, no power either. Those with spirit preserved are extremely rare, and it's not so easy to find one."
"In fact, we are all just losers, defeated warriors."
Jin Ming sighed.
Lu Yan's mind raced, "I heard that this sea area was once a battlefield, where a terrible war broke out. It's possible that another terrible war will erupt. Can you tell me what happened?"