In the Age of Dharma Ending, spiritual energy is thin and the road to cultivation becomes increasingly difficult. The struggle between sects and the competition for resources are more cruel and direct than in any previous era. When the collision of traditional flying sword magic weapons began to reach an impasse, and when the mountain-protecting formation was crumbling in the attacks year after year, some keen forerunners began to cast their sights beyond the sky, towards the other side with completely different laws.
They discovered that some things did not require spiritual power to drive, but they could erupt with roars that made the Nascent Soul tremble and make the gods look aside; some beings did not pay attention to the spiritual root talent and only needed to gently pull the trigger to achieve the "transcendence" effect that low-level monks may not be able to achieve even after hundreds of years of hard work.
As a result, some strange orders began to cross the boundary wall and circulate quietly.
And I, an unlucky traveler who accidentally got stuck in a gap in time and space, became the transit station and supplier of these orders. My slogan is: Only if you can't think of it, there's nothing I can't do. From a single Gatling soldier with blue fire to a matrix of close-in defense artillery covering the mountain gate, the business scope continues to expand with the customer's imagination.
Until that day, an urgent order marked "Top Secret, Urgent", accompanied by a deposit enough to buy a small world, hit me in the face. The requirement is only one line:
"Order a strategic-level magic weapon, codename: 'Dongfeng'. Requirements: Cross-continental, ignore formations, kill with one hit, with soul annihilation effect. Note: It is best to deliver it to your door, the target coordinates are as follows..."
Looking at the familiar string of coordinates representing the supreme Jedi in this world, I held the order and fell into deep contemplation.
Should I accept this order or not?
