Buzz—
Above the celestial dome, a massive vortex quietly emerged, slowly rotating amidst the dark clouds, with sporadic flashes of cold light appearing and disappearing.
The next instant!
A deafening sound of something breaking through the air suddenly echoed from the depths of the cloud vortex, as if something was descending rapidly.
It's here!
Pupils constricting, Zhao Qianqiu's gaze shifted slightly, glancing toward the composed young Daoist across from him. He then lowered his right hand, and a five-colored divine light flowed along the edge of his palm, resembling a divine blade intent on cleaving the chaotic heavens.
Swish—
The object descending from within the cloud layers approached, revealing its true form.
A pitch-black spear, ancient and unadorned without a trace of decoration, pierced through the void, descending with an unstoppable momentum.
That is...
