Feng Bingwen was naturally unaware of this. Because he deliberately revealed his presence, coupled with the special circumstance of the divine soldiers with overwhelming killing intent coming to him, the City God of Qingshan County misunderstood.

Even knowing this, he didn't care. He looked up at the divine light that was beginning to tilt and fall towards where he was standing, and couldn't help but smile, his face showing a look of jubilation.

"What a magnificent weapon! I wonder what kind of weapon it is!"

boom!

Rocks flew and wood chips scattered. Feng Bingwen, who was standing on the island in the middle of the lake, felt a tremor under his feet. The divine light crashed down in front of him. Amidst the crimson light, a long-handled divine weapon could be vaguely seen, stuck diagonally in front of him.

Although the momentum was quite astonishing, compared to the sheer force of the divine light splitting the sky, it felt like a lot of noise but little action.

However, Feng Bingwen was not one to care about such trivial matters. He looked at the divine weapon that had fallen from the sky, a look of joy on his face. He took a few steps forward, about to reach out and grasp it, but then he remembered the aura that the divine weapon had brought down from the heavens and earth. He hesitated for a moment, and a white light spread from the top of his head, then transformed into a white dragon.

When the white dragon with the sword first appeared, its body was strong yet agile, majestic yet elegant, but its eyes were slightly dull. However, soon its gaze became lively and came to life, moving about and flying around, so majestic.

The white dragon looked at the divine weapon before it, circled around, and opened its mouth to spew out a long river of sword energy. As it swept over the divine weapon, a clanging sound rang out, and the crimson light surrounding the weapon dissipated, revealing a rusty halberd.

"this……"

Upon seeing the divine weapon that cost him 10,000 merits, Feng Bingwen was struck dumb, frozen in place.

There was no other reason than that this halberd, which should have been majestic and imposing, was really too broken. Not only was it covered in rust, but the two horizontal blades on both sides of the halberd tip were not intact. One side was broken off, and the other side was full of gaps.

"It's fake!"

Even if you told me that this was a divine weapon he obtained through good deeds and prayers, or that it was an ancient artifact just unearthed from a battlefield ten thousand years ago, Feng Bingwen would believe it.

Heavenly Book!

Upon suddenly seeing the true form of this divine weapon, Feng Bingwen couldn't contain himself. He summoned the Heavenly Book hidden within his consciousness and directly opened the records.

Ancient divine weapons descended from the heavens; meritorious service, 10,098 (units).

The Heavenly Book records this, and it is undoubtedly true. This is the weapon of war that the Heavenly Book gave him!

"It's just a bit old and worn, but its power should be quite good."

Given the Heavenly Book's previous performance, Feng Bingwen temporarily disregarded the halberd's lackluster appearance. Although he valued its looks, practicality was his top priority.

Despite its poor appearance, its killing power was absolutely unquestionable. The Heavenly Book couldn't possibly have harmed him. Thinking this way, Feng Bingwen felt less distressed.

But then he thought of the evil deeds that had also been burned away, so Feng Bingwen still controlled the white dragon to touch the halberd.

Under his control, the white dragon rode the clouds and mist, circling the twelve-foot-long halberd that was clearly not something an ordinary person could use, and then cautiously stretched out its claws to touch it.

hold head high!

The instant the white dragon touched the halberd, a burst of crimson divine light erupted from it, accompanied by a long dragon roar. The power contained within this divine weapon was unleashed, and a crimson dragon shadow rose from it, its violent power beginning to corrupt the white dragon.

Even though he didn't personally touch the ancient divine weapon, Feng Bingwen was still affected. In a daze, he saw an ancient battlefield with deafening battle cries.

Although everything was blurry and indistinct, the presence of ancient and savage elements, even in the haze, made Feng Bingwen feel the terror of this war. He was certain that this was a war that broke out long ago.

Giant figures as tall as mountains are everywhere on this battlefield, but these seemingly terrifying beings are treated like mere foot soldiers, being harvested in droves.

Among them, Feng Bingwen saw a heroic general with dragon horns on his forehead, blue scales on his cheeks, wearing crimson armor, wielding a halberd, sweeping across all directions with an aura of dominance.

The ancient god general, whose armor plates were so clearly visible, wielded a halberd that seemed quite similar in design to the one in front of him, though it was far more aesthetically pleasing.

It was a halberd that combined power and beauty. The shaft was decorated with neat and dense dragon scale patterns, while the handle was adorned with exquisite and beautiful divine patterns resembling rolling waves. The halberd head had a straight blade in the center and two horizontal blades shaped like divination blocks on either side, with a black divine chain hanging down at the junction.

"This is the original appearance of my divine weapon!"

When Feng Bingwen saw this divine general who clearly possessed dragon blood, he immediately understood.

And just as he understood this moment, the incredibly clear divine general, who was wielding his halberd and maneuvering across the ancient battlefield, but whose face was indistinct, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

A pair of deep blue vertical pupils filled his field of vision, and a torrent of energy surged forth.

The Cangming Dragon Transformation Scripture

When Feng Bingwen came to his senses, he immediately discovered that a complete cultivation method had appeared in his mind.

With just a quick glance, Feng Bingwen realized that this was the divine and demonic cultivation method that his master had spoken of, which evolved from martial arts. By cultivating this Dragon Transformation Scripture, one could transform from a human into a dragon.

Clearly, this divine general from who knows how many ancient years ago, although he has very obvious dragon characteristics, must be human in his true identity.

But this was not the time to ponder these things. Coming back to his senses, Feng Bingwen's attention immediately fell on the White Dragon Dharma Image he had painstakingly cultivated.

The white dragon's avatar that touched the halberd was actually stained by the blood-red light emanating from the halberd, and its form changed even though it was not under his control.

It wasn't some kind of abnormal mutation. Under the glow of that crimson light, the originally handsome white dragon transformed into a majestic and extraordinary young man.

However, this young general's face resembled Feng Bingwen's by seven-tenths, and he was more mature than Feng Bingwen at this time. This was obviously what he would look like after he grew up.

Moreover, the white dragon avatar that was forcibly transformed into a human body was also draped in a crimson battle armor, the same in shape as that of the divine general. The only difference was that this battle armor was only formed from crimson light and was not real.

It is worth mentioning that this white dragon's Dharma form is seven or eight parts similar to the divine general in the illusion that Feng Bingwen had seen before. Its human body is sixteen feet tall, and even ghosts and gods are inferior to it.