Chapter 9: Heaven's Bane: The Sealed Weapon
Chapter 9: Heaven's Bane: The Sealed Weapon
The golden dragon's massive claws trembled slightly, as if unveiling a forgotten relic from an era long past.
From the void, a nine-foot-long black spear slowly materialized, its mere presence shaking the very air with an ancient, suffocating power.
The moment it fully emerged, the entire chamber dimmed, as though all surrounding light was being devoured by its existence. Even the golden flames flickered violently, as if bowing to its supreme aura.
Xiao Chen's heart pounded as he gazed upon the weapon, a deep sense of reverence welling up within him.
The spear's shaft was an abyssal black, seemingly forged from a material that defied time and space itself. A subtle yet unbreakable power flowed through it, warping the very fabric of the world around it. It did not gleam like metal, nor did it carry the coldness of steel—it felt eternal, untouchable.
Yet it was the blade that truly captivated him. A shimmering yin-yang pattern ran along its edge, flickering with an ethereal glow that shifted seamlessly between pristine white and abyssal black. The moment Xiao Chen's eyes locked onto it, he felt as though he were staring into the endless cycle of Samsara itself—the balance of destruction and rebirth, creation and annihilation. An eternal truth manifested in weapon form.
Nine golden dragon engravings coiled around the shaft, their forms regal and domineering. Each engraving radiated an ancient suppression aura, brimming with boundless power. These were no mere decorative carvings—they were the Nine Dragon Seals, a supreme restriction placed upon the spear to suppress its unfathomable might.
The golden dragon's deep, resonating voice reverberated through the chamber, carrying a weight that shook the soul.
"This is Heaven's Bane. It was once wielded by my master, the Yin-Yang Immortal Dragon, Long Tianyi. Its might is unrivaled, surpassing even the most treasured artifacts of the heavens."
Xiao Chen held his breath as the dragon continued, his gaze fixed upon the dark weapon.
"However, to prevent its power from overwhelming his successor, my master sealed it with the Nine Dragon Seal. Because of these seals, its artifact spirit remains in a state of deep slumber, unable to awaken until all nine seals are broken."
Xiao Chen's brows furrowed slightly, his voice steady yet tinged with curiosity.
"Then… how am I able to wield it if its spirit is sealed?"
The golden dragon let out a low, rumbling chuckle, its ancient eyes gleaming with wisdom and pride.
"Only those who carry the bloodline of the Primordial Yin Dragon and the Primordial Yang Dragon can wield this weapon. However, billions of years ago, these two supreme dragons fused, transcending their existence to become a singular godlike entity—the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon."
The dragon's gaze bored into Xiao Chen, as if peering directly into his soul.
"And you, Xiao Chen… you now possess the bloodline of the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon. Because of this, Heaven's Bane will not resist you."
Xiao Chen's heart trembled violently.
A legendary weapon that refused all but the most exalted of bloodlines—yet, it would accept him willingly?
The dragon's voice deepened, layered with solemn reverence.
"Not only will it accept you… it will be eager to follow you. It has waited for an inheritor for countless ages, slumbering until this very moment."
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen slowly reached out.
The moment his fingers brushed against the cold, dark metal of the spear—
BOOM!
A surge of golden-black lightning erupted from Heaven's Bane, surging violently into his body!
His eyes widened in shock as his mind was forcefully dragged into a chaotic storm of fragmented memories. Countless images flashed before his eyes in an overwhelming torrent.
He saw a vast battlefield, where a lone warrior wielded Heaven's Bane, standing defiantly against an endless army of Immortal beings. Each strike of the spear tore through the heavens, shattering skies, collapsing mountains, and ripping stars asunder.
He saw the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon, a divine being of boundless majesty, soaring through the endless heavens. Its every breath shook the cosmos, its roar reverberating through the fabric of reality itself.
He saw a grand temple floating in the void, bathed in resplendent golden light. Countless figures bowed in reverence before an unseen sovereign—a supreme existence that held dominion over fate itself.
The roars of gods and devils, the collapse of ancient realms, the rise and fall of empires…
It was as if all of history itself was being forcefully burned into his soul!
Xiao Chen gritted his teeth as his mind trembled beneath the sheer weight of the glorious past.
"These… these are the memories of the spear?!"
His body shook uncontrollably, blood boiling as if responding to the remnants of an ancient era.
The flood of memories slowly faded, and his mind returned to reality.
A strange sense of connection formed between him and the spear—a bond forged through time, blood, and destiny.
Xiao Chen's grip on Heaven's Bane tightened as he took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with newfound determination.
"This weapon… it has witnessed countless legends. And now… it has chosen me."
The golden dragon observed him with a satisfied gaze, its deep voice rumbling once more.
"Heaven's Bane has acknowledged you, Xiao Chen. But remember… it is still sealed. Unlocking even a single Dragon Seal will require immense power, great fortune, and extraordinary opportunity. Only by continuously growing stronger will you be able to unleash its true might."
Xiao Chen nodded solemnly, his determination solidifying like never before.
His journey had only just begun, but with Heaven's Bane in his hands, his path to the peak of martial arts had become clearer than ever.
He lifted the spear slowly, feeling the immense yet restrained power coursing through him.
A storm of fighting intent burned fiercely in his heart.
"No matter how long it takes… one day, I will break all Nine Seals and awaken its true form!"
The golden dragon let out a low, approving laugh, the sound echoing through the chamber like thunder from the heavens.
"Good. Then, let us proceed."
With a deep, ancient rumble, the golden dragon's colossal claws reached into the chest once more.
A moment later, a golden book floated out, exuding a profound and unfathomable aura.
The instant the book appeared, waves of mysterious energy rippled through the chamber, sending shivers down Xiao Chen's spine. It was as if the very laws of existence trembled in reverence.
The book hovered solemnly before Xiao Chen, shining with a sacred radiance.
Its cover was black and white, forming a delicate yet intricate Yin-Yang pattern that seemed to swirl like a living entity. The golden title characters gleamed brilliantly, pulsing with ancient wisdom.
Xiao Chen's voice was barely a whisper, filled with awe.
"The Holy Martial Scripture…"
Unlike the domineering presence of Heaven's Bane or the terrifying might of the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon Blood Essence, the book's aura was vast yet serene, carrying an inexplicable divine majesty. It felt neither aggressive nor oppressive—but instead, eternal and all-encompassing.
The golden dragon's voice echoed once more, steady and profound.
"This is one of the most profound inheritances my master left behind—the Holy Martial Scripture. A tome that delves into the very essence of the martial spirit, refining the soul and molding it to surpass its natural limits."
Xiao Chen's eyes flickered with curiosity, a thousand questions racing through his mind.
"Senior… what exactly makes this scripture so special?"
The dragon's golden eyes gleamed with wisdom, his voice deepening.
"Only those with an affinity for both Yin and Yang can cultivate this scripture. For all others, the book remains unreadable—mere blank pages to their eyes. Such is the profound nature of this inheritance."
Xiao Chen sucked in a sharp breath.
"Does that mean I—"
The dragon chuckled deeply, a sound filled with pride.
"Indeed. With your exceptional Yin-Yang affinity, you are among the extremely rare individuals capable of cultivating this art. But there is more…"
Unknowingly, because Xiao Chen had successfully absorbed the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon Blood Essence, his Top-grade Yin-Yang elemental affinity had soared three levels—ascending all the way to the Exceptional Grade.
The dragon's gaze became profound as it continued, its voice laced with ancient secrets.
"Cultivating the Holy Martial Scripture will grant you the potential to achieve something nearly unheard of in the mortal world—it will allow you to awaken a Dual Martial Spirit."
Xiao Chen's heart pounded violently in his chest.
"Dual Martial Spirit?!"
The concept was beyond anything he had imagined.