Lin Yuan stroked his chin, looking at the mountaintop with a half-smile.
But Pangu's axe forgot one thing.
These are chaotic times, and he even took the Shennong Cauldron.
How could Pangu's Axe, one of the Four Divine Weapons, possibly escape?
What's your relationship with him like? Can you get him to show up and talk to you?
He looked at the spirit and asked.
The artifact spirit shrugged helplessly and said, "Among the four of us, he is the most unconventional and has the worst temper. None of the artifacts have a good relationship with him."
This confirms that his reclusive personality—preferring to stay alone on the mountaintop rather than let anyone near—is indeed true.
But none of that matters.
"Try asking him what he needs."
Lin Yuan felt that instead of them racking their brains here, it would be better to let the spirits and their kind solve the problem.
After all, they are the same kind of people, so even if they don't get along, they can still talk to each other.
Although the spirit was unwilling, Lin Yuan was, after all, his master, so how could he disobey orders?
So he projected his true form into the air, releasing his pressure towards the mountaintop, and shouted impatiently, "Axe, if you're still alive, give me a shout."
This down-to-earth way of greeting directly shocked everyone present.
Even the Golden Crow was so frightened by this aura that it froze and almost fell from mid-air.
He looked at the spirit with a surprised expression.
This guy looks so refined, so why does he greet people like a country bumpkin?
I originally thought such a greeting would be too rude and would not receive a response.
But the next moment, the once calm mountaintop suddenly surged with spiritual energy, and the phantom of a giant axe appeared on it.
After the phantom disappeared, a burly man, at least ten meters tall, appeared in mid-air.
He seemed to want to confirm whether the person who called out was someone he knew.
Once he was certain that the aura was indeed familiar, he responded in a gruff voice, "Little Ding, is that you?"
"Nonsense! Who else could it be but me? Would the other two even care about you?"
The spirit rolled its eyes in annoyance.
The Eastern Emperor Bell and the Demon Refining Pot are two different types. One is calm and composed, while the other is eccentric and unpredictable. If they were to encounter the Pangu Axe, they would simply give it a good beating without bothering to exchange any words.
Only the Shennong Cauldron inherited its original owner's temperament, believing that it should not act if it could speak.
Otherwise, it would have turned into a chaotic melee right now.
"You're still alive!"
Pangu's Axe was excited.
He had initially thought that the reason he couldn't sense any of his kind here was because the other three had perished.
While the artifact may still exist, its spirit will perish.
He was sad for a while.
After all, it's not easy to really upset someone as thick-skinned as him.
I was bored when I stumbled upon the Shennong Cauldron.
Although the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Demon Refining Pot were annoying, he could tolerate them if they were still alive.
"Nonsense! Remove the formation and let us up, or you can come down yourself."
Seeing that he could still communicate, the spirit completed its master's task.
Unexpectedly, the Pangu Axe, which was in a state of excitement, was also quite sensitive.
He heard the word "we".
"I only sensed your presence, there were no other divine artifacts present. Who else are you referring to as 'us'?"
He stared warily at the people below and asked.
"Either we meet and talk, or you can stay there and grow old alone!"
The spirit was angered by his attitude and simply quit.
You think you're giving him face?
That stinky axe, he's bullied him a lot before.
He's still embarrassing his master in front of him.
After I help my master subdue this guy, let's see how he deals with him!
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