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 though unveiling a relic long buried in the sands of time.
From the void, a nine-foot-long black spear slowly materialized, its very presence distorting the air with a suffocating, ancient pressure.
The moment it fully emerged, the entire chamber dimmed—as if all surrounding light was being devoured by its existence. Even the golden flames wavered violently, bowing in submission to its supreme aura.
Xiao Chen’s heart pounded as he gazed upon the weapon, a reverence rising instinctively from within.
The spear’s shaft was abyssal black, forged from a material that seemed to defy time and space. It didn’t gleam like metal, nor did it carry the cold bite of steel—it felt eternal, untouchable.
But it was the blade that truly ensnared his gaze.
A shimmering yin-yang pattern ran along its edge, flickering with an ethereal glow that shifted between pristine white and abyssal black. The moment Xiao Chen locked eyes with it, he felt as though he were staring into the endless cycle of Samsara—the eternal balance of destruction and rebirth, creation and annihilation. It was as if an eternal truth had taken the shape of a weapon.
Nine golden dragon engravings spiraled along the shaft—regal, majestic, and domineering. Each radiated a suppression aura, brimming with ancient, boundless power. These weren’t ornamental carvings—they were the Nine Dragon Seals, a supreme restriction suppressing the weapon’s terrifying might.
The golden dragon’s deep voice rumbled through the chamber, carrying a weight that shook the soul.
> “This is Heaven’s Bane. Once wielded by my master, the Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal, Long Tianyi. Its might is unrivaled, surpassing even the treasured artifacts of the heavens.”
Xiao Chen held his breath, his eyes fixed on the dark weapon.
> “To prevent its power from overwhelming his successor, my master sealed it with the Nine Dragon Seal. Because of these, its artifact spirit slumbers—unable to awaken until all nine seals are broken.”
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, his voice steady but curious.
> “Then… how can I wield it if its spirit is sealed?”
The golden dragon’s low chuckle reverberated through the chamber, its ancient eyes gleaming.
> “Only those who carry the bloodline of both the Primordial Yin Dragon and the Primordial Yang Dragon can wield this weapon. But eons ago, those two lineages fused into a godlike existence—the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon.”
Its gaze bore into Xiao Chen’s soul.
> “And you, Xiao Chen… carry that very bloodline. Because of this, Heaven’s Bane will not resist you.”
Xiao Chen’s heart trembled.
A weapon that refused all but the most exalted of bloodlines—yet it accepted him?
> “Not only will it accept you,” the dragon said solemnly, “it will eagerly follow you. It has waited for countless ages, slumbering until this moment.”
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen reached out.
The moment his fingers brushed the cold, dark metal—
BOOM!
A surge of golden-black lightning erupted from Heaven’s Bane, violently coursing into his body!
Xiao Chen’s eyes widened as his consciousness was yanked into a chaotic torrent of fragmented memories.
He saw a lone warrior on a vast battlefield, wielding Heaven’s Bane as he stood against an endless army of Immortal beings. Each strike of the spear shattered skies, tore mountains asunder, and ripped stars from the heavens.
He saw the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon, majestic and divine, soaring across endless skies. Its every breath shook the cosmos, its roar reverberating through existence itself.
He saw a golden temple floating in the void, its aura divine. Countless figures knelt in reverence before an unseen sovereign—a supreme being who held dominion over fate itself.
The roars of gods and devils… the fall of realms… the rise of empires…
It was as if the very history of the cosmos was being burned into his soul.
Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, his body trembling beneath the weight of the memories.
> “These… these are the memories of the spear?!”
His blood surged with ancient resonance, boiling with unfamiliar might.
Gradually, the storm of visions faded, and his mind returned to the chamber.
A strange bond had formed between him and the spear—a connection born of blood, destiny, and forgotten time.
Xiao Chen’s grip tightened as he took a deep breath, his eyes burning with newfound resolve.
> “This weapon… has witnessed countless legends. And now… it has chosen me.”
The golden dragon nodded with satisfaction.
> “Heaven’s Bane has acknowledged you. But know this—its power remains sealed. Breaking even one Dragon Seal will demand immense strength, great fortune, and extraordinary opportunity. Only by continuously growing stronger can you unleash its true might.”
Xiao Chen nodded solemnly, the fire in his heart blazing higher.
He lifted the spear, feeling the restrained storm of power pulsing through it.
> “No matter how long it takes… one day, I will break all Nine Seals and awaken its true form!”
The golden dragon laughed approvingly, a thunderous rumble that echoed through the chamber.
> “Good. Then let us proceed.”
Its massive claws reached once more into the chest.
A moment later, a glowing golden book floated out, emanating a profound and mysterious aura.
Waves of energy rippled from its presence, shaking Xiao Chen to his core. It felt as though the very laws of existence bowed in reverence.
The book hovered before him, cloaked in sacred radiance.
Its cover was black and white, swirling in a living Yin-Yang pattern. The golden characters inscribed on it gleamed brilliantly, pulsing with ancient wisdom.
Xiao Chen whispered, awestruck:
> “The Holy Martial Scripture…”
Unlike the oppressive might of Heaven’s Bane or the divine pressure of the dragon’s blood essence, the book exuded serenity. Its aura was vast, not aggressive—but eternal, encompassing, and absolute.
> “This,” said the dragon, “is one of my master’s most profound legacies. A scripture that delves into the essence of the martial spirit—refining the soul and molding it beyond its natural limits.”
Xiao Chen’s curiosity burned bright.
> “Senior… what makes this scripture so special?”
The dragon’s golden eyes gleamed.
> “Only those with an affinity for both Yin and Yang can cultivate it. To all others, it remains unreadable—blank pages in their eyes. That is the profundity of this inheritance.”
Xiao Chen’s breath caught in his throat.
> “Then… does that mean I—?”
The dragon chuckled, proud and pleased.
> “Indeed. With your exceptional Yin-Yang affinity, you are among the very few qualified to cultivate this art. And there is more…”
Because Xiao Chen had successfully absorbed the Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon Blood Essence, his top-grade elemental affinity had ascended three levels—reaching the Exceptional Grade.
The dragon’s voice lowered with reverent gravity.
> “Cultivating the Holy Martial Scripture will grant you the potential to awaken something nearly unheard of in the mortal world…”
It paused.
> “A Dual Martial Spirit.”
Xiao Chen’s heart thundered in his chest.
> “Dual Martial Spirit?!”
The concept was beyond anything he’d ever imagined.