The towering dragon soul phantom held up the half spear blade. For now, it could only be lifted, not wielded. Its material was rare; it had likely belonged to some powerful ancient dragon. Though shattered for hundreds of millions of years, it still retained its savage dragon aura. The destructive power leaking from it was like poison, suppressing Qiu Qi's recovery and forcing her to sacrifice more than half her body to regenerate.
She had not expected to find such a treasure in this desolate Small World. If she took it back and patched it up, perhaps she could forge another peerless divine weapon.
Forging was among Bai Yujun's many skills.
Back when she had been at Chunyang Palace on Mount Hua, she had studied weapon forging under the Golden Void Lineage. She still remembered the searing heat inside the volcano beneath Blazing Flame Mountain. Later, she had forged many divine and immortal weapons, bringing her forging skill to the pinnacle.
Translucent fingers brushed over the scarred spear blade. Through those scratches, she could sense the brutality of the war at the end of the Dragon Court era. Even such a divine weapon had been overwhelmed and shattered.
Unfortunately, she could not see the spear blade's past, nor could she learn which ancient dragon it had belonged to or whether that dragon still lived. Most likely, the dragon had long since returned to the cosmos.
With a sigh, she continued examining the half Spear Tip.
When she had time later, she would add materials and reforge it into a divine long spear, then give it to an old friend.
She directly put it into the burlap sack in her storage pouch. The moment she finished, the sack swelled like a balloon and swiftly burst. A mess of odds and ends