Suddenly, a relatively bright beam of light streaked through the dark region, like a meteor racing away.
People knew that those were special treasure fragments, some in a state of resurgence, restlessly agitated.
More were arranged in disorder, silent and unmoving, faintly glowing, like mottled stars adorning the deep cosmic sea.
"So many?" Many were surprised; such weapons are considered treasures, and tracing them to their origin, each has a poignant history.
They can be called living myths.
To forge such an artifact is as hard as ascending to the heavens; it requires the power of the entire school and even the blood of a Heavenly Immortal, truly difficult.
This era surely cannot produce them, as all Heavenly Immortals have declined and departed.
"Not that many; look over there. It looks like a galaxy of stars, but it's merely a few pieces that have disintegrated into countless fragments."
