Atop the altar, a lone sword floated silently in the air. The moment Lin Wuchen's gaze fell upon it, he knew it was no ordinary weapon.It was a Dao Weapon.As someone who had once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, he could recognize one at a glance.A Dao Weapon was far more than a weapon of immense power. It carried the karmic luck of an entire world. To wield one was not only to gain unparalleled strength but also to shoulder the fate and responsibility of that world.Dao Weapons were not forged by mortal hands.They were born from the Heavenly Dao itself, each created to maintain and protect the balance of its respective world.Realizing this, Lin Wuchen slowly approached the altar. As the distance between them closed, the sword's appearance became increasingly clear.Its blade was as black as the deepest abyss, swallowing even the surrounding light. In contrast, its hilt was a muted ash-gray, giving the weapon a simple, almost unassuming appearance.Yet despite its