The long night reappears, and the world plunges into darkness.
All the Ancestor Masters have already gathered the Heavenly Light and Consciousness Spiritual Light.
Cao Qianqiu feels stifled inside; he has become the biggest loser.
Deep within the highlands, a stream of misty radiance floats up from the ground, catching the eyes of all the Ancestor Masters.
Cao Qianqiu's gaze is somber, staring intently at it.
It is the very rusty long spear, now awakening on its own, ascending into the night sky.
At this moment, without rounds of "Big Sun" crossing the sky, it is so conspicuous, with clear Divine symbols appearing on its shaft.
Everyone knows this was thrown by Old Cao, and now nobody dares to seize it, for they all sense its eerie nature.
Cao Qianqiu looks at it, experiencing mixed feelings; ever since acquiring this spear, he has never had peace, as incidents occurred repeatedly.
