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Divine Weapon Legend
墨書 Inktalez
The setting sun cast a warm orange hue over the dense forest of the remote mountain village. Meng Hao's shoulders were weighed down by heavy firewood, causing him to stoop slightly as he trudged along the rugged mountain path.
"Damn it, when will this life come to an end?" he cursed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His dark face was etched with fatigue, but deep within his eyes flickered a yearning for the martial world, a longing for the thrilling tales of vengeance and camaraderie that filled the legends of the Jianghu.
He dreamed of a day when he could wield a sword like those great heroes, traversing the world and making a name for himself. Meng Hao's thoughts raced like wild horses, painting grand scenes of the Jianghu in his mind: valiant heroes seeking justice, righteous warriors offering help with drawn swords, and the exhilarating martial arts tournaments that beckoned with promise. He even imagined himself holding a Divine Weapon, defeating foes in front of countless spectators and gaining fame far and wide. But as he suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the treacherous path ahead, the heavy firewood on his shoulders, and his calloused hands, the coldness of reality yanked him back from his fantasies.
"Ugh, what am I thinking? I should just focus on chopping wood," he said with a bitter smile, shaking his head in self-mockery.
Just then, as Meng Hao was lost in thought, a violent tremor shook the ground beneath him. A deafening roar echoed in his ears, as if the heavens were collapsing.
"Oh no, a landslide!"
A surge of panic gripped Meng Hao's heart. Without a moment's hesitation, he abandoned the firewood and lunged forward. The mountainside behind him seemed to come alive as countless boulders tumbled down, carrying mud and debris with them. Trees were uprooted with a sound like tearing fabric.
The shadow of death loomed over him as he felt an invisible force pulling at him, threatening to consume him. The thunderous crash of falling rocks mixed with the snapping sounds of trees breaking echoed like a death knell in Meng Hao's ears. He could feel the ground shaking violently beneath his feet; his body was being dragged backward by an overwhelming force that threatened to tear him apart at any moment. The air was thick with the pungent smell of earth and vegetation, choking him almost to the point of suffocation.
"I cannot die here!"
A fierce instinct for survival erupted from deep within him. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward with all his might. Meng Hao's heart raced as if it would leap out of his throat; each step felt like a race against death. He pushed himself to the limit; every muscle in his body screamed in pain while his lungs burned like they were on fire. Sweat mixed with dirt smeared across his face blurred his vision, but he dared not pause for even a moment—he could only move forward, forward, and further onward.
Just when despair threatened to overwhelm him, an ancient Axe Handle emerged from a crack in a massive stone, radiating a faint yet mysterious light.
Though dim, that light was like a spark in the night—instantly capturing all of Meng Hao's attention. It lacked any blinding brilliance; instead, it exuded an ancient and tranquil charm as if it had traversed from primordial times. The Axe Handle was entwined with archaic vine-like patterns that hinted at an indescribable mystery.
Feeling as though he had grasped onto a lifeline, Meng Hao threw himself toward it without hesitation and gripped the cold Axe Handle tightly.
The icy sensation surged through his palms—not just any ordinary metal's chill but one steeped in ancient history and weightiness. The moment his fingers touched the Axe Handle, an electric tingle coursed through him, quickly replaced by a warm flow that surged into his mind.
An overwhelming power flooded into every inch of his body; it felt as if parched land was being nourished by gentle rain and wilted trees were regaining their vitality. This force was not a violent impact but rather a gentle yet immense infusion. It flowed like a trickle filling every dry corner within Meng Hao’s body and surged toward his limbs like rising tides, revitalizing him completely. He felt his muscles become elastic and his bones resilient; even breathing became smoother than ever before. The fatigue vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of fullness and strength.
"What the hell is this thing?"
The Heavenly Axe buzzed in Meng Hao's hand, its mysterious runes glowing with a dazzling light that instantly illuminated everything around him that was collapsing.
In that moment, as the runes lit up, Meng Hao felt as if the Heavenly Axe had come to life, an ancient and primordial aura washing over him. The once obscure runes became clear in his eyes, writhing like living insects along the axe's blade, exuding a heart-pounding pressure. The light surrounding the axe grew ever more brilliant, casting the crumbling mountains around him in a doomsday glow.
Then, a bronze light radiated from the axe's body, expanding instantly to form a hemispherical shield that firmly protected Meng Hao within it.
As the shield appeared, Meng Hao felt a flash before his eyes, and a powerful force pinned him in place. The bronze light was not blinding; rather, it carried an ancient and steady weight, reminiscent of archaic bronze vessels steeped in history. The shield completely isolated him from the raging winds and storms outside, muffling the sounds of the earth-shattering chaos beyond.
"Boom!"
A boulder the size of a grinding stone crashed against the shield but shattered into countless fragments as if it had struck an invisible wall, while the shield remained unmoved.
The sound of the boulder’s impact was deafening, yet the shield did not tremble even slightly. The shattered stones scattered like raindrops, whizzing past the surface of the shield with a sharp wind but failing to disturb it in any way. Meng Hao could even feel that immense force being instantly dissipated upon contact with the shield, as if it had been absorbed by an endless abyss.
He felt a recoil force that made his palms tingle slightly, but his body remained unscathed. Although there was some backlash, it was just right, as if a mysterious power had alleviated most of it, leaving only an imperceptible aftershock. His palms were somewhat numb, but that sensation quickly faded without causing any pain. He looked down at his hands; they were still intact, not even a scratch on them.
His eyes widened as he watched the massive boulders falling around him being effortlessly neutralized by the shield, stirring up a storm of emotions within him.
Meng Hao's pupils constricted sharply, filled with disbelief. He witnessed one enormous rock after another crashing against the bronze shield with enough force to crush him, only to shatter like eggs against stone. Yet that shield stood firm like a rock amidst the storm. This extraordinary sight completely overturned his understanding of reality.
"I’m still alive!"
The overwhelming joy of surviving made him burst into laughter.
In that laughter was relief, excitement, and an indescribable shock. He spread his arms wide as if to embrace this newly reborn world, letting the wild winds tousle his hair and dust cover his clothes. In this moment, all fatigue and despair were washed away by this sudden surprise. He knew he had survived and seemed to have gained an incredible opportunity!
This Heavenly Axe was truly his talisman for survival!
The bronze light gradually receded, and the Heavenly Axe returned to its unadorned form.
As the glow diminished, the Heavenly Axe became dull again; its blade reverted to its ancient bronze hue as if nothing extraordinary had just occurred. It lay quietly in Meng Hao's hand, appearing no different from an ordinary farming tool. Yet Meng Hao knew that this seemingly mundane axe had irrevocably changed his life.
Holding onto the Axe Handle, he felt a surge of power within him—a sense of unprecedented expansion blossomed inside.
He could distinctly feel a warm current flowing through his body, filling every cell within him. This power was not illusory; it was palpably real, making him feel brimming with explosive potential. He could even hear his heart pounding loudly—each beat resonating with strength surging through his veins. Clenching his fists and feeling the solidness between his knuckles ignited an insatiable desire for control within him—a wild urge growing like weeds in his heart.
A thought emerged in his mind—one about power and dominance...
This thought spread like wildfire, consuming all rationality in an instant. He was no longer just a mountain dweller focused on chopping wood for survival; all he saw now was boundless power and an exalted position of supremacy. He would trample everyone who had looked down on him and oppressed him beneath his feet until they begged for mercy!
"Hahaha! This Heavenly Axe belongs to me, Meng Hao!"
He swung the Heavenly Axe with a fierce motion, and a sharp gust of wind surged forth, cleaving a tree as thick as a bowl cleanly at its base.
The axe wind was fierce and swift, accompanied by a piercing howl that shattered the silence of the forest in an instant. The tree, once sturdy, crumbled like tofu under the force of the axe wind, its upper half crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. The cut was smooth as a mirror, showcasing the unmatched sharpness of the blade.
This power was far greater than all the wood he had chopped in the past year combined!
A glint of ambition sparkled in Meng Hao's eyes; he knew that from this moment on, he was no longer the bullied woodsman of the mountains.
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