As for how Shaw obtained the head of Legendary Ghidorah, it was purely by chance.
After all, Kevan's head had been torn off by Godzilla, and Shaw had merely lurked at the bottom of the sea, seizing the opportunity to snatch this "great bargain."
Even with the head in his possession, he could not convert it into his own power.
If it had been a genuine head-on confrontation, Shaw would likely have been beaten into a pulp by Ghidorah—then beaten with that pulp—and finally beaten into even finer pulp.
In the mysterious medieval world, Xiao had been a wandering knight.
He was born into a noble family, but unfortunately, he was only the sixth son.
Everything his father could pass down had already been claimed by his five elder brothers.
What remained for him was a meager inheritance: a scrawny horse, a weapon, a set of leather armor, and twelve silver coins bestowed by his eldest brother.
According to Knight Xiao's memory, the world he lived in was classified as a low-force world.
Although there existed a knight training technique known as the "Breathing Method," even mastering it to perfection would not allow one to sweep through armies alone. At most, it would make the body stronger.
It was somewhat similar to the generals in Romance of the Three Kingdoms—top-tier generals could easily slay ordinary soldiers, but they could never ignore being surrounded by large numbers.
In reality, even the strongest knight could achieve, at best, a "hundred-man kill," and that would require burning life force—often dying from exhaustion afterward.
Although Xiao's world was relatively backward, the golden finger he possessed was exceptionally practical: a holographic map within his mind.
This map meticulously recorded every inch of land Xiao had traversed.
It could also mark specific resource points and evaluate their grade.
At the same time, it displayed the scope and strength of various factions.
It was essentially a Europa Universalis-style strategic map.
However, it had a flaw.
Areas Xiao had never visited or seen were shrouded in fog of war and could not be scouted.
This was also why Shaw had been surrounded and beaten by billions of Cyber Cultivators.
In the Da Luo Arena, the map was useless. Every match generated a brand-new battlefield.
But in the medieval era of swords and bloodshed, such a map was a dimensionality-reduction weapon.
All enemy deployments would be exposed.
Relying on this golden finger, Knight Xiao successfully assembled a powerful caravan numbering several hundred people.
The caravan generated astonishing wealth—over one hundred gold coins per month.
Knight Xiao lived comfortably.
But fate enjoys irony.
In his first battle in the Da Luo Arena, the unfortunate Knight Xiao encountered the dishonorable Assassin Xiao.
A warrior armed with cold steel faced a top assassin proficient with firearms.
The result was predictable.
Knight Xiao lasted less than five seconds.
The classic Mozambique Drill—two shots to the chest, one to the head.
Even immortals would shake their heads.
As for the ultimate victor of that duel—Shaw—
He came from an even more bizarre world.
In that world, Bloodline power ruled everything.
Darkness dominated the kingdom.
Each day contained only five brief hours of daylight. The rest was endless night.
The world was deeply influenced by Dracula.
Monsters twisted by vampire factors roamed everywhere.
Some powerful individuals even carried fragments of Dracula's memories and power.
These beings were known as "V-type Blood."
Orthodox Bloodline members possessed a unique ability:
By absorbing V-type Blood, they could gain portions of Dracula's knowledge and power.
This included powerful magic, advanced Bloodline technology, and blueprints for magical equipment.
The power system in Shaw's world differed greatly from conventional cultivation paths.
Bloodline members, humans, and other races constantly fought over scarce resources.
Under Dracula's suppression, the Bloodline grew rapidly.
They could also become stronger by devouring one another.
In contrast, the growth rate of the light faction was slow.
In that turbulent world, there was simply no time for gradual progress.
One disaster after another struck.
Many human powerhouses died in battle.
The Bloodline grew stronger with every conflict.
Human combat strength declined sharply, nearly collapsing into enslavement.
To escape that fate, the remaining ten top human powerhouses united to create a new path.
They combined their lifelong knowledge.
Using magic, they condensed six soul spaces within their own souls.
These six spaces were extensions of the soul itself.
Afterward, they placed magical equipment into those spaces.
When the soul and equipment resonated through special techniques, humans could borrow the equipment's immense power.
Their combat strength surged instantly.
This system was called Soul Armament.
It was revered among humans.
All power originated from the equipment.
As long as a batch of high-tier equipment was forged, even if experts fell in battle, as long as the equipment was recovered, new powerhouses could quickly be nurtured.
Even a newly matured novice, wearing a full set of legendary gear, could reach legendary grade.
Experience might be lacking—but grade suppression was often decisive.
Moreover, only the individual who opened their own soul spaces could access them.
Equipment could not be stolen.
Unless the person died, once bound, the equipment belonged solely to them.
It eliminated the risk of losing power due to stolen gear.
And it prevented the humiliation of becoming weak simply because one had been disarmed.
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