How Do You Use This?

Divine artifacts concealed their brilliance. There was no visible change on the surface, but in truth, everything was different.

Ancient One suddenly looked at Old Wang’s chest, slightly moved.

Just now, she had sensed an obscure fluctuation of energy. Though she did not know what had happened, it was surely related to that necklace.

An indescribable power flowed through Master Wang’s entire body, and his aura abruptly changed. He no longer possessed the bearing of an ordinary Grandmaster. Instead, he gave her the illusion of something divine and unfathomable—a fundamental power that surpassed Dormammu and Odin.

If she had not acted before, one reason was that there had been no need, and another was her wariness toward the magical entities behind Master Wang. But now, Master Wang alone was enough to make her take him seriously. She had to treat him as an equal.

What exactly was behind Master Wang?

Could it be an existence on the same level as Vishanti and Chthon, the god of death?

The Essence of Azeroth flowed through Old Wang. His entire outfit, bought from a street stall for less than a hundred dollars, changed after being touched by Titan power. Equipment that could only be considered gray quality instantly gained epic-quality attributes.

It shimmered with flowing light, brimming with grandeur.

"Is this… an enhancement for equipment?"

"Energy countless times more precious than Vibranium is actually being used on clothes that cannot even be considered magical artifacts. This, this…"

Ancient One truly did not know what to say.

This was no longer as simple as burning dollar bills for warmth. It was even more extravagant than smashing diamonds just to hear them crack.

This was equivalent to burning spellbooks—and the most precious forbidden tomes at that!

But Ancient One soon realized that it was not that simple.

The energy had not completely changed the nature of the clothes. It merely clung to them and could be withdrawn at any time.

So it was not really wasteful.

It was showing off, or rather…

A demonstration?

Just as she was about to say something, Ancient One’s expression changed drastically.

A series of shattering sounds rang out, followed by sharp whooshes.

Golden light filled the sky. Apollo’s Bow and Apollo’s Arrow flew before Old Wang at once, forcibly pried open his right hand with the power of divine artifacts, and drilled inside.

Angarumas’s Axe refused to be outdone. It forced its way into his left hand, its blade aimed at Apollo’s Arrow as though it would fight at the slightest disagreement.

The Cloak of Levitation held back for one second. Seeing the other two get ahead, it hurriedly flew onto Old Wang’s back. Its collar bounced and the cloak billowed, looking immensely pleased with itself.

The Eye of the Demon was even more reserved than the Cloak of Levitation. Seeing that there was not much room left, it flew onto Old Wang’s head with a whoosh, releasing a terrifying aura. Was it declaring ownership?

The Cosmic Cauldron hesitated for a moment. Forget it, it would not fight that bastard Eye of the Demon. With a boom, it smashed down before Old Wang, its three legs constantly wiggling. Pick me, pick me.

The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak considered themselves too dignified to compete with such gaudy creatures, but they were still drawn by Titan power. They drifted over and wrapped around Old Wang, making him look as though he were wearing half a suit of armor.

Too ugly…

As if sensing Old Wang’s thoughts, the bands emitted a beautiful red glow and transformed into a bright crimson silk ribbon.

"It can transform too… Fine, I guess that is standard." Old Wang shrugged.

Even the Cloak of Levitation could change shape to suit its owner. Naturally, the even more imposing Crimson Bands of Cyttorak could do the same.

It usually disguised itself as something so ugly. It probably thought it was too awesome and did not want anyone touching it?

The other divine artifacts and magical artifacts crowded closer, though they did not dare approach too near.

The big shots had already taken all the good spots. There was no room left!

They kept swaying, feeling terribly wronged.

Normally, every one of them was proud and aloof, not even sparing those young mages a glance. Now they were fighting to throw themselves into someone else’s hands.

Where was your dignity?

Ancient One sighed faintly.

As the Sorcerer Supreme, she needed no magical artifact or divine artifact besides the Eye of Agamotto. She only wore a Sling Ring for convenience. Even without one, she could still open portals; it would merely be a little more troublesome.

But that did not mean these things were bad!

Every divine artifact was extremely selective.

Kamar-Taj had more than a dozen Mystic Masters, yet only a few had earned the recognition of divine artifacts. Even Kaecilius had not.

Being acknowledged by a single divine artifact was already remarkable, yet this fellow had claimed every last one!

If this man did not join Kamar-Taj, Vishanti would be furious!

"Um, Sorcerer Supreme…"

Sensing the emotions of the divine artifacts and magical artifacts, Old Wang could not bear to abandon any of them. He felt it was time to open his arms, display his boundless love, and give these neglected divine artifacts springlike warmth. "How about…"

"Only one!" Ancient One immediately declared.

This was nearly a quarter of the Sorcerer Supreme lineage’s foundation. If he took them all, her disciples would cry!

The moment she finished speaking, Apollo’s Bow had an arrow nocked and aimed at Ancient One.

Angarumas’s Axe automatically raised its blade and adjusted its posture, its edge gleaming sharply.

The Cloak of Levitation wrapped tightly around Old Wang. The Eye of the Demon and Cosmic Cauldron remained motionless, their terrifying energy nearly warping space-time.

The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak ignored her completely. My backing is even stronger than yours. I’m not afraid of you.

Ancient One’s expression grew uglier and uglier.

You have some nerve!

Seeing that Ancient One was about to explode, Old Wang hurriedly gave a powerful shake. All the magical artifacts flew backward, leaving only the divine artifacts.

This really was not his fault.

They were too shameless. He could not shake them off!

"Only one!" Ancient One repeated, her gaze dangerous.

The divine artifacts sensed Ancient One’s attitude and became reluctant.

Other than that lousy band, the others truly did not have the confidence to challenge the Sorcerer Supreme. Their former owners might have been able to…

"How about… this one." Old Wang sighed.

The Cloak of Levitation was not particularly fast. It might not even be able to match Zen Flight.

Its defensive power was indeed good, but why would a mighty Grandmaster Monk proficient in three disciplines need it?

He did not know much about the Cosmic Cauldron or the Eye of the Demon, while Angarumas’s Axe completely clashed with his temperament.

The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak were naturally the most valuable, but their backing was too formidable. Just as he did not wish to provoke Vishanti, Old Wang was even less willing to provoke Cyttorak. If that big shot took an interest in him, the consequences would be severe.

He could not even exchange it.

If something that belonged to Cyttorak suddenly vanished, Cyttorak might glance in this direction. That was too dangerous.

After considering everything, only Apollo’s Bow and Apollo’s Arrow suited his temperament and had some practical use.

Monks had long-range attack methods too, but they were ultimately inferior to close combat. This bow and arrow set could barely make up for that weakness.

Seeing Old Wang make his choice, Apollo’s Bow and Apollo’s Arrow immediately burst with brilliant golden light. One automatically drew to full tension, while the other performed a spinning drill, making the other divine artifacts green with envy.

The arrow was on the string.

Accompanied by a flash of golden light, it shot toward the ceiling.

Ancient One frowned slightly and immediately prepared to cast a spell, intending to stop this overexcited fellow.

At that moment, something unexpected happened.

One end of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, which had been wrapped around Old Wang, suddenly extended wildly. Before Apollo’s Arrow could pierce the roof, it coiled around the arrow shaft, then rapidly retracted and forcibly dragged it back.

Apollo’s Arrow blazed with intensified golden light as it tried to struggle, but under the restraints of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, it could only submit helplessly.

This was…

Competing for favor right in front of him?

A will entered his mind, and Old Wang understood what the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak meant.

You chose it because of its long-range attack ability. I have that too, and I’m even stronger!

So? Pick me, pick me!

Old Wang did not know what to say.

Of course he knew the value of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. In the movies, they had easily defeated Kaecilius, and Doctor of Kidney Deficiency had even used a spell of the same name to bind Thanos’s Infinity Gauntlet-clad hand. The real artifact was naturally even more powerful.

The problem was that it was related to Cyttorak…

The moment that thought arose, another will flowed from the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak into Old Wang’s mind.

Old Wang’s expression instantly turned strange.

This thing actually did not have much to do with Cyttorak…

It did indeed contain Cyttorak’s power, but Cyttorak had not made it. Rather, some mage had sealed the spell Crimson Bands of Cyttorak within it.

Sargeras’ Staff had not been created by Sargeras, and the Scythe of Elune had not been made by the Moon Goddess either. Every universe was full of knockoffs. What a scam…

"Then I’ll take this one." Old Wang made the decision.

Although Cyttorak had not personally crafted it, its performance was undeniably powerful. Its value was at least above the Cloak of Levitation and Angarumas’s Axe.

Ancient One swiftly waved her hand. The other divine artifacts and magical artifacts reluctantly flew back to the display hall, where several temporary seals were added to them.

All of you, behave yourselves. No running away!

Ancient One made up her mind.

Later, she would inform the Three Sanctum Guardians that this man was absolutely forbidden from entering the Sanctum again unless he agreed to join Kamar-Taj!

"You may leave now, Master Wang." Ancient One decisively saw him off.

Originally, considering that Master Wang’s martial arts attainments were no weaker than those of the Jade Emperor or Lei Gong of K’un-Lun, she had wanted to invite him to become an instructor, teach her disciples, and deepen their relationship along the way.

But after this, she had completely lost that thought.

Get as far away from me as possible!

"Wait a moment."

Old Wang took out a Sling Ring, looking a little embarrassed. "Excuse me, how do you use this?"

I saw some readers suggesting that I write a prequel. I do not have the time or energy for that! When I have time, I will write some side stories instead. My main focus is still on writing this current story well.