Chapter 397: Blessings and Nameless Weapon

After a long span of relentless refinement, Prime Architect Jiyx finally slowed his movements.

The chaotic brilliance within the formation stabilized.

The golden embryonic sphere, no longer merely an "egg," but something far more complex rotated quietly.

Its surface shimmered with layered inscriptions.

Jiyx exhaled faintly.

The material refinement was complete.

He sent a subtle signal.

Across the chamber, Ximen Juesheng who had been standing in rare silence, lifted his gaze.

His expression carried the weight of deep calculation as he looked toward the gathered legends.

Many were pretending disinterest.

But none were truly detached.

With a wave of his sleeve, a projection of the forming weapon manifested before all of them.

The atmosphere shifted.

Ximen Juesheng stepped forward first.

He raised his hand, and his will condensed like coiled thunder.

"Blessing of the Hidden Dragon."

A silent force brushed across the weapon.

The egg shimmered in response.

Then came another voice.

Carefree.

Unrestrained.

Sun Wukong grinned as he stepped forward.

"Blessing of the Myriad Transformation!"

His blessing entered like a storm of shifting possibilities.

The weapon’s surface flickered, briefly manifesting countless phantom forms.

Taishang Shenji’s mechanical voice followed.

"Blessing of Information."

Streams of physical data embedded themselves onto the weapon.

Then the blessings began to arrive in rapid succession.

"Blessing of Nine Calamities."

"Blessing of Fire."

"Blessing of Evil."

"Blessing of Bloodlust."

"Blessing of Virtue."

"Blessing of Sword."

One after another.

Ancient wills pressed forward.

Each blessing carried an imprint.

For a moment, it seemed the weapon would be torn apart by contradiction.

Flame opposed ice.

Virtue opposed evil.

Transformation opposed stability.

But Jiyx and the Twelve Zodiac constructs intervened.

The Zodiac archetypes rotated around the sphere, diffusing dominance, balancing extremities.

The Prime Architect’s hands wove through the conflicting principles, preventing any single blessing from overriding the core.

Instead of collapsing.

The overload catalyzed something new.

The weapon began to develop an inherent property.

Not aligned to fire.

Not aligned to sword.

Not aligned to chaos or virtue.

But aligned to the concept of blessing itself.

A vessel capable of carrying the weight of countless wills without fracturing.

Below, Yu Xuan trembled.

Though he stood disconnected from conscious control, the bond between him and the weapon transmitted everything.

Every blessing.

Every principle.

His soul shook.

Miraculous changes rippled through him, yet his current state was too weak to fully grasp them. It was like trying to contain a star within bare hands.

He felt as though something vast was being engraved into him.

Yet he could not comprehend it.

And because this entire realm was sealed away from the greater Heavens, no tribulation descended.

The weapon was born in isolation.

At last, the radiance stabilized.

The sphere condensed.

Its brilliance softened.

Yu Xuan’s consciousness gave way.

And within the silent formation.

CRACK—!

The sphere cracked as the golden liquid poured out from it and reached towards Yu Xuan ignoring concept of space, as they were connected.

Thus was born a nameless weapon.

***

Yu Xuan woke and for a brief moment, he could not move.

His fingers felt distant.

His limbs heavy. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Even his breathing seemed slightly delayed, as though his body needed to remember how to function.

After some time sensation returned.

His arms twitched.

His legs responded.

He looked around, only to find himself back inside the hollowed chamber of the Path Enlightening Tree, the residence assigned to him by the Leader.

"What the hell happened...?" he muttered, pushing himself.

As he stood, he paused.

Something felt different.

And it was weight.

’Why do I feel heavier?’ he wondered.

Instinctively, he grabbed his stomach only to realize he didn’t actually have any extra belly to grab.

Still.

There was something inside him.

Something present.

Something that had not been there before.

And it did not feel like blood.

Yu Xuan’s expression turned serious.

He closed his eyes and focused inward.

His consciousness sank inward as there, within the depths of his being, he sensed it clearly.

A reservoir of dense golden fluid.

And it carried weight.

Carefully, he extended his will.

Without resistance, the golden fluid responded instantly.

Like a limb he had always possessed.

He opened his palm.

Golden liquid flowed out from his hand.

It did not splash onto the ground.

It hovered.

Obeying his thoughts.

Yu Xuan blinked.

"...Is this the weapon?"

He shaped it experimentally.

It flattened into a disc.

Stretched into a ribbon.

Formed spikes, dissolved, reformed.

Every shift was smooth.

Unlike his Heaven Grade sword, which required precise technique, this thing reacted directly to intent.

Curious, Yu Xuan unsheathed his Heaven Grade sword.

He then willed the golden liquid to solidify.

A blade formed – clean, radiant, and perfectly balanced.

He swung.

Clang!

The two swords collided.

The impact echoed within the Tree.

Yu Xuan’s eyes widened.

The golden blade did not chip in the slightest.

"Haha! Not bad!" he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Even without properly circulating Qi, he could feel it.

The durability was at least on par with his Heaven Grade sword.

Possibly higher.

More importantly.

It responded to him as if it were an extension of his own body.

There was no lag between thought and action.

It was intention made tangible.

Yu Xuan let the two weapons separate.

The golden sword dissolved back into liquid and flowed into his palm, then into his body, merging seamlessly without discomfort.

He stood there quietly for a moment.

’So this is what they were doing...’

Though he did not remember every detail clearly, he knew something grand had occurred.

Something involving far more than just him.

He flexed his fingers.

The golden presence stirred warmly inside him.

For a while, Yu Xuan continued experimenting with his new weapon, testing its responsiveness and limits.

He even executed the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] with it, curious how it would react.

As destructive intent poured into it, the blade transformed.

Its color deepened from radiant gold into a vivid crimson.

"...Now that looks cool," Yu Xuan muttered in satisfaction.

After a few more tests, he reabsorbed the weapon into his body.

He still had to think a great name for it.

Feeling unusually energetic, he decided to step outside the Tree.

He intended to find the so-called Old Ancestor who had orchestrated all this and offer proper thanks.

However, the moment he exited.

His attention was immediately seized by something in front of him.

It was a butterfly.