The Way of War: I Have All Kinds of Dao Spirits

The vast cosmos, the Myriad Worlds, every matter and every thing, all possess a spiritual essence.

Weapons are no exception!

He was born ordinary and should have lived a peaceful life for a hundred years, dying of old age. But fate had other plans, and unexpected coincidences kept occurring.

Then came an awakening triggered by an accident that was no accident.

From that moment on, he entered the Dao through weapons, imbuing them with countless Dao spirits and embarking on the cultivator's path, where the strong prey on the weak.

A royal expert: "A mere mortal, how dare you show contempt for the majesty of the imperial clan?"

"I have countless Dao spirits. That's more than enough!"

A sacred sect: "A mere commoner dares to provoke us? You must have a death wish!"

"I have countless Dao spirits. Plenty enough!"

Experts of the hundred races: "Humans? Your kind has never produced a strong cultivator. How could you stand alongside us? Your fate is to cling to life by a thread!"

"I have countless Dao spirits, and every one of them has the bearing of a Great Emperor. The hundred races? Nothing special!"

"... ?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.