The reforging process for the Primordial King’s divine weapon lasted even longer. Nearly half a day passed before the half-illusory Dark Realm Cloud Ore fully fused. Meanwhile, the once-black mace grew more ferocious in form. Intricate white markings spiraled and spread across its surface, like vines wrapping around a tree trunk.0

By the time the white markings had coiled nine full loops, a broken image of the sky appeared on the mace's surface, and an ominous aura of destruction rippled outward into the world.0

Buzz... buzz…0

The black mace shone brightly and trembled violently. Deep within, it emitted a distant roar, like the shattering of the heavens and earth. Then, the white flames engulfing the weapon suddenly extinguished. The mace blazed with light, its form rapidly expanding as it emitted a pillar of black radiance into the sky.0

In moments, a colossal black mace over thirty thousand meters long hovered across the sky like a mountain range, surrounded by fearsome power that shattered the space around it.0

The instant the ancient divine weapon emerged, the heavens changed. Endless dark clouds formed out of thin air, covering several thousand kilometers. In the dense clouds, golden lightning danced wi...0