This—
Once the radiance faded, Li Ye could clearly feel that the longsword in his hand had undergone a remarkable change.
The feel was extremely familiar.
Though he held a longsword, Li Ye had the illusion that he was gripping a spear.
A holy lance?
The sensation the longsword gave Li Ye was almost identical to that of the holy lance Rhongomyniad wielded by the Lion King!
This is—the Tower of End?
In an instant, Li Ye began thinking rapidly.
As far as Li Ye knew, the holy lance Rhongomyniad wielded by the Lion King could be divided into two forms. One was the towering spire that pierced the world—the form granted to the holy lance, the unreachable Tower of End standing at the edge of the world.
The other was the holy lance wielded by the Lion King. It could be said to be the Tower of End's projection upon the ground, a personal weapon capable of wielding the tower's authority.
In Li Ye's own understanding, the holy lance that was the Tower of End belonged to the main body system, while the holy lance wielded by the Lion King was a remote terminal.
Yet the weapon in Li Ye's hand now displayed an aura similar to that of the holy lance wielded by the Lion King.
What is this, then?
Li Ye knew full well that the holy lance wielded by the Lion King had only barely taken shape as a Noble Phantasm through the Thirteen Seals.
But what was going on with this sword in his hand?
"My King, this is—"
Li Ye asked hesitantly.
Although Li Ye could tell that the Lion King had bestowed a blessing upon the longsword, wasn't the effect of that blessing a little too extraordinary?
Li Ye's best-case expectation had originally