The Four-Eyed Blood Scale Spear hovered before Wang Yue. The four blood-red pupils on its shaft slowly turned, transmitting a gentle thought.
"Focus your mind. Use the dragon blood from your fingertip and follow me to draw the runes."
Wang Yue took a deep breath and forced a thread of scarlet dragon blood from his fingertip.
Ever since his bloodline awakened, his blood had carried a faint golden-red sheen. Thick as honey, it radiated scorching dragon might before it even touched the ground.
Following the Four-Eyed Blood Scale Spear's guidance, he slowly traced his fingertip across the spear shaft. Twisted runes emerged one after another, and the instant they took shape—
They were soaked by the dragon blood, giving off a dark, inscrutable aura, as though countless tiny dragon phantoms were swimming between the runes.
Wang Yue's heart tightened. These runes carried an eerie aura, as if they were not a product of the martial path at all.
He instinctively held his breath, not daring to let his attention stray in the slightest as he hastened to carve the final few crucial runes.
As the last stroke fell, the runes on the spear shaft suddenly lit up. Scarlet radiance cast the entire chamber in a bloody hue.
Wang Yue only felt his consciousness being tugged by a powerful force, as though it were about to be drawn into the spear.
Just as he was about to resist, he heard the Four-Eyed Blood Scale Spear's helpless voice. "Don't tense up. Relax your mind. I'll open my source and lead you in."
Wang Yue froze, then relaxed. He suddenly recalled Zheng Gaocè saying before that when Zheng Family descendants branded blood seals onto Divine Weapons, the weapons would all resist violently.
They had to use vital essence, incense, and precious materials to