The Ancient Barbarian Heavenly Venerate held the bronze axe that appeared simple and unadorned, yet exuded an ancient aura that seemed to freeze the space around him, a hint of reminiscence and emotion flickering in his eyes.
His rough fingers gently brushed over the naturally formed patterns on the axe, like rings of age, and he spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful.
"This axe is called 'Kaitian'."
He paused, as if savoring the memories of distant eras.
"It has accompanied this venerable self through countless eons, crossing innumerable battlefields, and the blood of living beings it has drunk could form a sea of stars.
Among them is the divine blood of Immortals.
