Bound By Blood To Gods/C8 Heaven Opening Artifact Spirit
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C8 Heaven Opening Artifact Spirit

Quite the humblebrag, isn't it?

Calling it barely usable?

A treasure that can effortlessly slay the flesh of a Quasi Saint is deemed 'barely usable'? In all the world, only this elder brother would say such a thing.

And to think, he found it just lying at the base of the mountain...

Fuxi was dying to yell, "Next time you go scavenging, count me in, brother! I want to find a treasure, too!"

Zhang Yan's offhand remarks left siblings Fuxi and Nuwa at a loss for words, forcing them into silence.

They watched in mute disbelief as the Treasure Splitting Cliff crumbled into variously sized stones under the assault of the battered axe.

Remember, when they had once fiercely battled for treasures upon it, not even several Quasi Saints could make a dent in that cliff.

Yet now, before the jagged edge of that worn Axe Blade, the cliff was as fragile as paper mache.

"Brother, we're going to step out for a bit. We'll return in a few days!"

Eventually, Fuxi and Nuwa couldn't bear it any longer. The mere sight of the broken Axe Blade's chilling gleam made their skin crawl, as if they were moments away from being cleaved by its edge.

After a quick farewell to Zhang Yan, they bolted without a backward glance.

"These two..."

Zhang Yan sighed in resignation, shook his head, and resumed his task, striking the Treasure Splitting Cliff with one axe blow after another.

...

In a space of void and darkness, a flickering spiritual light struggled like a candle in the wind. A faint consciousness shivered within, desperately clinging to existence.

"Who... who am I?"

A fleeting, cryptic thought passed through the nothingness, hinting at images buried deep in memory.

The scene, shrouded in darkness, suddenly became illuminated by two streaks of light as bright as torches, bringing clarity.

Those lights were the gaze of a titan.

The titan awoke from his slumber, seemingly discontent with the confines of space and the enveloping darkness. With a grasp, an all-too-familiar colossal axe materialized in his hand.

"Open!"

With a furious bellow, the titan caused the space to quake. He swung the massive axe, tearing a vast rift through the fabric of the dark void.

"This is the Heaven Opening Axe!" The remnant thought within the aura of spirit light seemed to stir, recalling something, as the faint, ancient vibrations surged with newfound vigor.

"And I... am the very axe that split the heavens!"

With a resounding "Boom!" the spirit light burst forth in endless splendor, casting the space in revealing light.

"Open!"

With another roar, the fragmented Artifact Spirit of the Heaven Opening Axe stirred to life, its memories flooding back.

In ancient times, Pangu wielded it to cleave the heavens, but at the cost of his strength. The axe, too, bore the brunt of that cosmic act, shattering into three: the Axe Blade became the Pangu Banner, the back of the axe transformed into the Tai Chi Diagram, and the handle morphed into the Chaos Bell.

The last glimmer of the original Artifact Spirit of the Heaven Opening Axe followed Pangu, slumbering at his side.

Had fate not intervened, it would have perished alongside Pangu.

Yet now, against all odds, it had awakened once more.

"This is..." Upon awakening, the Artifact Spirit beheld a young man in white, using it to chip away at stone.

"Even a mighty tiger, fallen flat, suffers the indignity of a dog's taunt," the Artifact Spirit mused. Though reduced to a mere sliver of its True Spirit, it had once been the companion to a Great Dao Saint, a genuine Great Dao treasure, and it recognized the truth at a glance.

The young man was but a mortal, devoid of even a trace of magical power.

"Do you truly think you're worthy of me?" the Heaven Opening Axe's pride was undiminished. It huffed disdainfully. Weak though it was, unable to leave by its own volition, it could still impart a lesson to this mere mortal.

With a nearly imperceptible flicker of light, Zhang Yan noticed the battered axe in his grasp had dulled.

"Useless indeed. It didn't take long to dull."

Shaking his head, Zhang Yan hefted the axe and turned back toward the courtyard. Shortly after, he emerged from the inner room with a whetstone in hand.

Cradling the stone, Zhang Yan softly spoke to himself, "This was the reward from that unreliable system when I maxed out my artifact forging skill."

Regrettably, in those days, under the care of his generous elder brother, he never once had the need to use the whetstone.

Had Zhang Yan not stumbled upon the axe, he might never have remembered he owned such a thing.

"I wonder if it's still serviceable..."

He positioned the worn axe blade against the whetstone and started to grind with meticulous care.

The Artifact Spirit of the Heaven Opening Axe, had it possessed a physical form, would have been in stitches.

"Using a mere mortal's tool to sharpen my edge? Utterly clueless."

After its hearty laugh, the Artifact Spirit grew curious to see the expression on the ignorant mortal's face if, after hours of grinding, the blade became even more blunt instead of sharp.

"Oh, how I long to see the bewildered and pitiful look on that naive human's face!"

As the Artifact Spirit prepared to give Zhang Yan another lesson, it was jolted by a sudden tremor.

"Huhuhu..."

"Shua! Shua!"

"Crack! Crack!"

The sharpening was underway. Zhang Yan was absorbed in his task, an ineffable aura emanating from him.

"An epiphany of the Great Dao?!"

An astonished shout echoed at the courtyard entrance. The Artifact Spirit glanced over and saw a young woman in a black dress, staring in disbelief at Zhang Yan as he honed the blade.

"The scent of the Master's lineage." It recognized immediately that the woman was Houtu, the sole female among the Twelve Ancestral Wizards.

Houtu, born at the base of Buzhou Mountain, had always led the Wizard Clan there.

Lately, tensions between the Wizard Clan and the Demon Clan had escalated, often resulting in bloodshed. While the other Ancestral Wizards had gone to the front lines, Houtu, with her gentle nature, chose not to partake in the killing and remained at Buzhou Mountain.

Distressed by the ongoing Wizard-Demon conflict, she had sought a moment's peace, never expecting to witness a scene that would etch itself into her memory.

Could a mortal truly grasp the Great Dao while simply sharpening a blade?

"Such a marvel! When I bathed in the Great Dao at the Master's side, I was never so astonished!"

The Artifact Spirit was defiant, yet the terror it felt was no less intense than that experienced by Houtu.

As a weapon that bore witness to the sanctity of the Great Dao, the Heaven Opening Axe Spirit grasped the current cosmic laws the instant it awoke.

The Great Dao had receded into obscurity, with the Heavenly Dao now presiding over all creatures and the entirety of the rules.

No matter how extraordinary one's talent or how formidable their cultivation, grasping the Great Dao had become an impossibility.

Yet now, before its very eyes, a mere mortal was grasping the Great Dao with the ease of a casual meal. Such a feat was rare, even amidst the primordial Chaos, where few beings could achieve it.

Zhang Yan's fingertips occasionally sparkled with a faint light, a sign the Heaven Opening Axe Spirit recognized as the presence of the Great Dao.

With each touch of his fingertips to the Axe Blade, the Dao Law seemed to adhere to the metal. Through the act of sharpening, the Dao Law was gradually being absorbed into the blade.

"…"

As the Dao Law infused its fractured True Spirit, the Artifact Spirit found itself at a loss for words.

Because it was being restored!

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