"Roar …"
A deafening roar rang out, as if a peerless beast had broken free from its cage. A fiendish aura swept through the surroundings, causing even the clouds in the nine heavens to scatter. The surrounding space began to fluctuate, distorting one's vision like the ripples on the surface of a lake.
In front of the waterfall, a huge beast soared into the sky. It had a majestic body and was several meters tall. Its face was ferocious and terrifying. Its mouth was wide open, crazily devouring the surrounding Yuan Qi. Below it, a glowing scarlet glove appeared, rippling with an intimidating aura.
"It's done."
Fenghao's gaze was not on the ferocious beast, but on the fist that was flickering with scarlet light. Faintly, he actually felt that the glove was like one of his arms. In his heart, there was an illusion that it was connected to his bloodline.
"Try it on and see if it fits."
At this moment, Hao Tian's steel-like face revealed a hint of exhaustion as he spoke to Fenghao in a gentle tone.
As long as he had enough materials, forging a Saint Weapon was not a difficult task for him. However, it was extremely taxing and exhausting.
"Chi, …"
Hearing his somewhat weak voice, Feng Hao woke up. With a flick of his finger, a smear of medicinal energy seeped into his body.
"This is …"
Feeling the cooling medicinal energy circulating within his body, Hao Tian was stunned. His pupils slightly dilated, and soon after, the medicinal energy spread throughout his body.
He remembered the legend of the Lord of the Illusions …
Every generation of the Lord of the Illusions possessed the only Saint Tier Medicinal Book in the world, the Divine Armament Book.
Therefore, he quickly understood and did not ask any more questions. However, in his heart, he was even more certain that Feng Hao was not lying. He really was the Lord of the Illusions of this generation.
At this moment, with a thought from Feng Hao, the originally floating glove floated towards him. At the same time, the surrounding phenomenon also slowly disappeared.
"Clang clang …"
The sound of metal colliding resounded. The glove that was flickering with scarlet light directly attached to Feng Hao's right fist, covering his entire forearm. The texture of metal and the cold aura spread out. It looked flawless, as if his arm was made of metal.
Feng Hao moved his knuckles and didn't feel the slightest bit of obstruction. The glove on his hand gave him the feeling of being covered by a thin layer of gauze. There was no burden at all. On the contrary, he felt a tyrannical energy within the glove that almost suffocated him.
"So powerful, worthy of being a Saint Weapon."
Feng Hao was extremely shocked. Looking at the glove in his hand, he felt like he was dreaming.
He actually had a Saint Weapon.
However, when he thought about how powerful the giant before him was, it seemed to be a matter of course.
It was just that with his current cultivation, he was still unable to unleash the true power of the glove. However, if he were to advance to the Saint level, perhaps the situation would be different.
Even so, the glove could still allow him to unleash a strength that was several times stronger than his own.
This was also the reason why Hao Tian specially forged a glove for him when he saw that his strength was his forte.
"Thank you, master."
Feng Hao cupped his hands at Hao Tian and thanked him sincerely. He was indescribably touched.
The two of them had only met by chance, but this world-renowned master blacksmith in front of him had selflessly helped a nameless kid like him.
This touched him deeply. At the same time, he made up his mind to forge a real Emperor Weapon in the future to fulfill Hao Tian's wish.
"As long as it's suitable."
Hao Tian's steel-like face revealed many soft lines. "Give it a name yourself."
"Mm."
Feng Hao nodded as he looked at the glove in his hand.
The patterns on the glove were mottled and well-proportioned as though they were naturally made. There were no flaws at all. The glove shone with a crimson cold light as though there was a crimson flame dancing on it. He stroked the glove with his left hand as his eyes lit up. "Let's call it Crimson Flame."
Clang, clang …
The glove resonated naturally as though it was crying out in joy. It shone continuously.
"Mm, get along well with it in the future."
Hao Tian nodded in satisfaction when he saw the tacit understanding between the two of them. "Go and make some preparations. We'll go to the Mysterious Underworld Sky together."
When he went to prepare the materials, he had already found out about the latest developments in the tomb of the Master of Void. Therefore, he did not dare to delay.
"Alright."
Hearing this, Feng Hao quickly hid his emotions. After he cupped his hands again to express his gratitude, he quickly walked out of the valley.
"This kid … Can he break the curse of the Master of Void?"
There was a hint of worry in Hao Tian's eyes as he watched him leave.
Indeed, every generation of the Master of Void was a peerless figure. However, in their later years or at their peak, all of them would fall in silence. Almost all of them would disappear without a trace, silently decaying in some forbidden or dangerous place.
Due to his identity, he knew a little about the rumors about the Master of Void.
Although the Void Martial Body was able to bring extraordinary talent and power to every generation's Master of the Void Martial Body, it was like a curse. Every generation's Master of the Void Martial Body … seemed to have silently fallen because of his own body.
Everything had its advantages and disadvantages.
How could a mortal body possibly withstand such a supreme power?
Of course, he was indeed shocked when he found out that Feng Hao had tacitly agreed to be this generation's Master of Void. He also knew that Feng Hao would eventually reach the peak. However, whether Feng Hao could break this curse that no one had broken in the past tens of thousands of years …
He could not be sure.
"Sigh …"
Under the waterfall, he left behind a sigh.
…
"Brother Hao."
Seeing that Feng Hao had returned, even Joan Of Arc, who was about to enter a meditative state, came out to welcome him. Her face was full of excitement. One day apart felt like three years. She stuck to Feng Hao and refused to let go.
After a moment of tenderness and satisfaction, Feng Hao stopped smiling.
The matter of the Mysterious Underworld Sky could not be delayed any longer.
"Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
Joan Of Arc, who was in his arms, was the first to notice his abnormality. She frowned slightly and asked.
"I just have to go out to deal with a small matter. It might take some time before I return. That's why I came over to greet you."
Feng Hao withdrew his arm from Yan Qing and stretched out his hand to smooth her frown. He said with a faint smile.
He did not want the three women to worry about him. Moreover, after obtaining this Holy Weapon level glove, he was even more confident in facing the geniuses from the various clans.
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