Cultivators above the Thousand Year King realm had all comprehended their own Martial Dao Will, and the weapons who accompanied such cultivators throughout their lives would also transform because of that will. Even the simplest weapons would have formed their own intellect!
Apart from that, these weapons normally contained large amounts of energy within them, and even a Hundred Year realm cultivator could use them to easily kill a low-level Thousand Year King!
Weapons like this were already regarded as trump card level treasures for a large family. After Chi Lin swallowed the pill, his aura started to stabilize and strengthen. The wound on his chest had also completely closed, only leaving behind a long scar.
"JII!"
An enraged squeak rang out as the gangster rabbit suddenly sprang out. Its chest was sporting a terrifying wound, revealing its beating heart.