Qi Ming Tian Yuan

On the stage of the weapon refining competition, everyone is watching. "Look, it's that loser from the Nangong family!" "It's been three years, and you haven't even passed the 'Guanqi' stage, yet you still dare to participate?" Amidst the jeers of the crowd, the young man walked onto the stage with his head lowered. No one noticed that there was a dark fragment hidden in his sleeve - it was the scrap iron used to prop up the table legs in the family ancestral hall. It was the only thing that responded to his spiritual power in the past three years. When all the geniuses revealed their rare spiritual materials, he just silently placed the fragments on the altar. At that moment, the weapons in the entire arena rioted at the same time. The Tiangong Sect's sect-suppressing artifact "Tiangong Cauldron" emitted a mournful cry that had not been heard for thousands of years; the natal swords in the arms of the disciples of the Jianxu Palace trembled, and cracks appeared on the swords; hundreds of magic weapons refined in the Wanfa Valley lost their life at the same moment and became dead objects. The young man fell to his knees, bleeding from all his orifices. Because what resonates with him at this moment is not an ordinary weapon - but the killing weapon that was jointly sealed by the three major sects three thousand years ago, the God-killing Spear. The young man raised his head, his eyes were already dark. What he brought was not a magic weapon, but the embers of the catastrophe three thousand years ago. And this arena, which symbolizes the highest glory in the world of cultivation, is about to become a graveyard for everyone. When the weapon of destiny begins to devour its owner, and when the out-of-control vicious soldiers face off against the "perfection" in the field, who is the prey in this competition? Everyone is waiting for the day he awakens. But no one thought that what he awakened was destruction.