Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3701: Choice Of The Weapon Type

The glow that had emerged after refinement remained, subtle yet unmistakable, like a calm sea hiding unfathomable depths beneath it. He raised his hand, letting the Dao Forge respond to his intent, and summoned a condensed hammer formed purely of Dao Traces.

”Let us see what remains,” he said.

The hammer descended.

CLANGG!

The impact rang through the realm like a bell struck at the heart of the world. The sound carried a deep resonance, far heavier than any ordinary metal could produce, and the force of the strike rippled outward in waves that shook the very space around them.

Yet the husk did not move, it did not dent and it did not crack. Instead, something far more astonishing occurred.

WOONG

The hammer rebounded!

The recoil was immediate and violent, traveling back through the connection and into the elder’s arm. His body trembled as he absorbed the backlash, his feet sliding a short distance across the ground before he stabilized himself.

A faint cut appeared along his palm.

A Transcendent Immortal had been injured!

The others watched in silence as the elder looked at his hand, then back at the husk, before a slow grin spread across his face.

”It remains unchanged,” he said.

Another elder stepped forward, this time a Mountain Dwarf whose body carried the weight of countless years of forging experience. He summoned his own hammer, larger and denser, and infused it with both earth Dao Traces and the Aspect of Heaviness.

”If brute force cannot affect it, then let us test its limits properly.”

The hammer fell and the force was immense. Even Lin Mu felt the pressure ripple through the air. Yet the result was the same. There was no damage, no deformation, just recoil.

This time the elder was pushed back even further, his arms trembling slightly as he absorbed the backlash. A thin line of blood appeared along his forearm, quickly sealed by his own vitality.

The Rune Dwarf elder stepped forward next, his expression thoughtful rather than excited. Instead of striking it directly, he extended his hand and allowed a series of runes to form in the air. These runes attempted to probe the structure of the husk, seeking weaknesses, irregularities, or even the faintest imperfection that could be exploited.

The runes made contact and then a moment later they shattered making the elder blink in disbelief.

”They cannot even read it properly,” he murmured.

He tried again, altering the structure of the runes, refining them, pushing his understanding further. But the result did not change, the husk rejected them completely. At that moment, the realization settled upon all of them.

The earlier process had not weakened the husk.

It had purified it.

What they had removed was merely the chaotic, unstable spatial energy that interfered with its true form. That volatile layer had acted like a storm surrounding an unbreakable core. Now that the storm had been cleared, what remained was something far more terrifying.

The Fireforge elder let out a low whistle. ”Even celestial grade materials I have handled did not behave like this.”

The Mountain Dwarf elder nodded slowly. ”Those could at least be shaped with enough effort. This...” he glanced at the husk again, ”...this rejects even the attempt.”

The Rune Dwarf elder folded his arms. ”It is beyond our current understanding.”

Another elder spoke, his voice quieter but filled with conviction. ”Perhaps even Celestials would struggle to damage it.”

That statement lingered in the air.

None of them had faced a Celestial directly in battle, yet they had encountered materials originating from that realm. They understood, at least to some extent, the difference between Immortal and Celestial grade resources.

And yet this husk stood above those.

Lin Mu remained silent for a moment, observing the husk with a calm expression. He knew more than they did, though he did not voice it. This was merely a discarded shell of Xukong’s avatar, not even the true body. Even so, its resilience surpassed everything the elders had experienced.

What remained unknown to him, however, was what lay within it beyond durability.

What kind of abilities would emerge once it was forged?

That question lingered in his mind.

The elders eventually turned toward him, their expressions shifting from curiosity to intent.

”What kind of weapon do you wish to make?” one of them asked.

Lin Mu did not hesitate.

”Two weapons,” he replied.

The elders paused.

”Two?” the Fireforge elder repeated, raising a brow.

Lin Mu nodded. ”Two spears.”

That answer drew a brief silence.

The elders exchanged glances, clearly processing his choice. Among them, the Rune Dwarf elder tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued.

”You are a swordsman,” he said. ”Why spears? And why two of them?”

Lin Mu’s gaze remained steady.

”One is for my disciple,” he answered. ”The other is for me.”

The simplicity of his response carried and intention that they understood immediately.

Still, the Mountain Dwarf elder spoke again. ”Then why not forge a sword for yourself and a spear for your disciple?”

Lin Mu looked at the husk.

His eyes traced its structure, the elongated limbs that had once formed part of its original shape.

”The form is already there,” he said. ”The legs resemble spears. Forcing it into another shape would go against its nature.”

He paused briefly before continuing.

”And I can use a spear.”

There was no arrogance in his tone, only certainty. The elders studied him for a moment longer before nodding.

”That is fair,” one of them said.

”It is your material,” another added. ”We will not interfere with your choice.”

Yet their role as masters of the craft did not end there. The Rune Dwarf elder stepped forward, his expression turning more serious.

”Before we proceed we need to pick what kind of weapon type we want to make” he said, ”you already understand the types of weapons that can be forged.”

Lin Mu listened attentively and nodded. It was basic knowledge that Jing Wei had taught him long ago.