King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1305 - 1305 1290 Reforging the Divine Weapon

Chapter 1305: Chapter 1290: Reforging the Divine Weapon Chapter 1305: Chapter 1290: Reforging the Divine Weapon “Do you know the difficulties of turning ideas into reality?” Shiyu Dominator said seriously to Muria after laughing for a moment, “Thinking and doing are two different things. Everyone can have bold ideas, but very few can actually implement them.”

“I know, that’s why I’d like to ask for your opinion. With my current strength, what do you think the chances are of my idea succeeding?”

“There is a natural chance of success, but the probability of failure is even greater.” Having heard Muria’s words, Shiyu Dominator thought seriously for a while before answering.

“The mere possibility of success is enough for me, especially since my foundation is currently weak,” Muria responded to the Dominator’s reply, not feeling disappointed but somewhat pleased instead.

“Is that your decision? If you fail, you will be trapped in this great world and unable to escape.”

“Ancestor, I will do everything in my power to increase the possibility of turning this wild idea into reality.”

“Muria, don’t expect me or anyone else to be of much help in this matter. To become the lord of a great world, you need to be able to suppress all the native creatures in the world with martial force and control various laws to maintain the world’s operation.”

“I know, but I can borrow the power of three races in the beginning to lay the foundation in this great world as the starting point for this whimsical plan of mine,”

Facing his ancestor, Muria was entirely transparent about his calculations of leveraging power.

Titan, Giant Dragon, and Blazing Sky God Race, nearly fifty Epics infiltrating this world, gathering resources beneficial to themselves. Their every action would inevitably have a profound impact, stirring up huge waves of change.

Due to their influence, some Deities and even some Epics might fall, and Muria, who previously disdained what was left by the world’s great fallen entities, could now opportunistically claim it all.

“In the end, everything will rely only on you. They can only help you temporarily; we’ll eventually have to leave this world, and you’ll be left to face everything alone.”

“Having some help while laying down the initial foundation is enough; I dare not hope for more,”

Muria was quite accepting of this and didn’t see any issues with such actions. Within the Blazing Sky God Race, some of the processes that the Blazing Sky God Descendants underwent were even more over-the-top than his.

The worlds chosen by the Blazing Sky God Race for ascension were mostly rich-medium-sized worlds with deep heritage and abundant resources. Naturally, if such worlds existed for a sufficient length of time, they would give rise to Deities.

In facing these worlds already possessing Deities, the Blazing Sky God Race normally conducted intelligence gathering. If the Deities met their standards of being good gods, they could avoid a cataclysmic disaster.

If not up to the Blazing Sky God Race’s standards, a powerful Blazing Sky God would forcefully intervene, eliminate them, clear space, and remove all obstacles for their descendants.

Through such means, every Blazing Sky God Descendant faced almost no adversaries during their ascension, peacefully comprehending the laws of world operation, and striving to become the lord of the world as soon as possible.

Muria naturally did not expect such treatment. Although the traditions of the Titan tribe had changed somewhat due to the Sky Demon Secret Art, the essence remained the same. After having the power to protect themselves in the Void, their destiny depended solely on their own efforts.

Thus, Muria aspiring to deify himself in this great world and scheming to take the lordship was not expecting much help from his own race, merely capitalizing on the opportunities left by the Epics entering solely for plunder.

Just like his grandfather, who fearlessly engaged in battle with the Main God possessing powerful divine force, the Deities he wounded or crippled were not few, and there seemed also to be some he killed. Once Muria deified himself, he could pick up things his grandfather disdained and which he previously overlooked — the faith of the beings.

If he could acquire the devout worship of more than half of the creatures in this great world, he would naturally become the god with the most divine power in this world. Establishing himself as the world lord would essentially be a matter of time.

Of course, Muria knew this was a far-fetched dream, thinking it impossible for more than half of the creatures in a great world to become devout believers. Nobody’s arrival would change that.

But becoming the most divinely powerful god in this world was indeed possible. He simply needed to have the most devout believers among the gods.

After all, he was living in an era where the least bad reigned supreme; he didn’t need to have divine power over more than half the world, just to ensure that his divine power was stronger than any other god’s.

“Since you’ve decided, then I won’t say much more. You’ve come here for more than just asking these questions, haven’t you? Is there something else you’d like my help with?”

Shiyu Dominator looked at Muria with a smile, a Titan of ancient age having seen myriad kinds of beings who wished to ascend swiftly to dominance over a great world.

“Hehe, there is indeed something I’d like to trouble the ancestor for,” Muria said, a rare trace of shyness on his face.

“Let’s hear it. You know the rules; there are things I won’t help you with, and you must strive for yourself,” the ancestor replied.

“Of course, I’m aware of that. The favor I wish to ask isn’t cumbersome; I’m thinking of returning to Elasia,” Muria stated the purpose of his visit to Shiyu Dominator.

“What are you going back to do?”

“Ancestor, as you know, in the previous battle my Subordinate Army suffered heavy losses, and my weapons and armor were all shattered. So, I want to go back to replenish my Subordinate Army and, incidentally, reforge my weapons.”

As if to bolster his persuasiveness, fragments of shattered metal floated beside Muria—these were his broken Nine Weapons.

“Reforging weapons?”

Shiyu Dominator glanced at the seemingly excessive number of weapon fragments beside Muria, somewhat surprised. After all, Titans generally do not melt down and reforge their weapons a second time; they usually stick with them from beginning to end.

“Yes, speaking of which, I was young and reckless in my youth, and I acquired extra materials for arms making, so I ended up forging nine weapons and a set of armor all at once.”

“Hahaha, you little fellow are also quite amusing, being able to endure the painful arms making process. Many Young Titans are unwilling to bear it a second time, yet you even forged ten pieces at once- weren’t you afraid of pain then?”

“Yes, I was, but the way I acquired the materials back then was somewhat improper, so I just endured it,” Muria said with a sheepish smile.

“Then why do you now want to melt down and reforge all the weapons that were so painfully crafted at the beginning?”

“I was young and inexperienced back then. Now, as I have encountered more wars, I have realized that many of the functions of the weapons I forged are redundant and useless. This is a huge waste in battle. If I reforged them, I should be able to possess stronger combat power.”

“I see!” Shiyu Dominator laughed, “Then I will send you back.”

…

In the endless darkness, a Metal Floating Island that harnessed the vast energy flows of the Void shone strikingly. It stood quietly there, collecting the energy that spilled over from a billion worlds into the Void, mundane and lonely yet extraordinarily remarkable.

This was the Weapon Casting Hall belonging to the Titan Race, located in the Void where no other races besides the Titan Tribe could probe or reach.

At that moment, atop this unusually flat structure with a palace at the center, a black-haired young man with golden pupils suddenly appeared. After appearing, he looked around at the familiar surroundings with a hint of exclamation and then walked towards the only building at the center of the Metal Floating Island.

As he walked, his body rapidly expanded, soon transforming into a hundred-meter tall Titan encircled by Thunder.

Muria, now transformed into an adult Titan, entered the Void Forging Palace and surveyed everything inside. Seeing once again the place that had left him with unforgettable painful memories, the sentimentality in his eyes deepened.

Before he could say anything, the Metallic Palace immediately lit up with lines of light, and ripples of early light spilled out, coalescing in front of Muria into a young Titan with an ancient appearance.

“Hephaestus, long time no see. Do you remember me?”

“Muria, of course, I remember,” replied Hephaestus, his body taking a scrutinizing look up and down at Muria, “This aura of yours, you’ve actually ascended to Epics. Hasn’t it been just over a thousand years? Is the Sky Demon Secret Art really that powerful?”

“Tch, you know quite a lot!”

Seeing that the spirit controlling the Weapon Casting Hall could immediately reveal his strength, Muria was also slightly surprised. Although he realized that the structure beneath him was not merely for forging Exclusive Weapons for the young of the Titan Tribe, he did not anticipate that the spirit within was so extraordinary.

“Of course, I might only stay here, but I still get wind of the outside world. I’ve heard quite a lot about you,” said the spirit of the Void, Hephaestus, with his arms crossed over his chest, examining Muria.

“So, since the last time you came here to forge weapons in your youth, and never visited again, what has brought you here this time?”

“Ahem, can’t I come to see you if there’s nothing wrong?” Muria coughed dryly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Although the spirit of the Void had repeatedly told him to come over and chat whenever he had time, Muria instinctively kept away from the building that held painful memories for him.

“Of course you can, but someone like you who doesn’t visit me for a thousand years, how likely is it that after becoming an Epic, you’d suddenly kindly come back to chat with me? Tell me the real reason you came back!”

“Alright, actually, I want to reforge my weapons.”

Muria summoned the shattered Divine Weapons he had nurtured within him; “I will soon do something that decides my future, so I need more suitably matched weapons.”