"Is this the True Dragon Spear?"
"The little figure at the bottom of the box isn't human. It's from the dragon race."
"The Xumi Spear isn't a Buddhist art, nor a Daoist art, nor an art belonging to any sect. It's a technique of the dragon race. Only dragons wouldn't care about the conflict between Buddhism and Daoism, and would name things entirely according to their own whims."
In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Lu Xingkong's mind.
"How did Li Mu Yang come to possess this True Dragon Spear Technique?"
"The Lu family's ancestral technique is the Heavenly King Spear. How am I supposed to fuse it with the Xumi Spear? Should I forget the Heavenly King Spear Technique and start anew down another path?"
Once again, Lu Xingkong directed his true energy into the spear, then watched as the little figure at the bottom of the box once again performed that peerless spear technique.
Again and again.
One spear after another.
No one knew how much time had passed, nor what hour it was.
Suddenly, Lu Xingkong felt the true energy within his body surge violently. His long robe billowed of its own accord despite the lack of wind.
Even more miraculous was the fact that the silver-streaked hair on Lu Xingkong's head had turned pure black, and his gray beard had likewise turned pure black.
His face seemed to have undergone a rejuvenation. His skin grew whiter and more tender, his cheeks younger and younger. The blood vessels in his eyes vanished, and his pupils became a pure black.
The little figure at the bottom of the box thrust out a spear. The tiny box rocked unsteadily, as though that strike might shatter it.
At the same time, Lu Xingkong's body rose into the air.
His body