“The Golden Crow Plume Feather…” Lin Yun fell into deep thoughts as he grabbed the plume feather. The weight had far exceeded his imagination and it was even heavier than the Lightning Shadow Sword. One must know that the Lightning Shadow Sword was close to a hundred cauldrons in weight.

If he triggered the divine rune, the weight of it would increase as the power increased. After all, one could imagine how powerful the Lightning Shadow Sword was when he nearly severed Qin Cang’s arm. It might seem like boasting, but Lin Yun already possessed one hundred cauldrons of strength.

Then again, being able to unleash an explosive power of a hundred cauldrons and lifting a hundred cauldrons were two different concepts. At the very least, one needed at least a thousand cauldrons to lift a hundred cauldrons worth of weight. But if one’s physique wasn’t strong enough, they could circulate their astral energy to do so. Otherwise, those cultivators who didn’t temper their bodies wouldn’t even be able to lift a saint artifact.

But what Lin Yun was shocked about was that the Golden Crow Plume Feather was smaller than the Lightning Shadow Sword,...