That enormous spear was dark red from end to end, as though forged from some kind of meteoric iron and then drenched in countless torrents of blood.
Yet the spear bore not the slightest trace of blood-soaked evil. Instead, it possessed both majestic dominance and tranquil holiness. The sacred spear had been nailed atop the city wall for a full two millennia, enduring the passage of time without decaying in the least.
Time between the demon and the spear seemed frozen. They clearly remained atop the city wall, yet it also felt as if they and Bai Zhou's group did not exist in the same world—or even the same dimension.
Otherwise, by Bai Zhou's understanding, merely observing the demon corpse would pollute the minds of him and the other laborers, while prying into the spear would cause irreversible harm...
Without question, this spear was an incomparably terrifying treasure, one that stood even above Secret Treasures of spirit names. It was something Bai Zhou could neither imagine nor comprehend.
The living Saint [Sister Amala], who patrolled the northern border?
Bai Zhou could not grasp the weight of that title, but he understood that she had to be an utterly incredible being.
Even defeating the School Demon while it was still in its embryonic state had shaken all of Tinghai. Yet when a mature demon descended upon Blackstone City and sought to ascend to sainthood, it had been suppressed and sealed here by this single spear for two thousand years—
That scene was simply too difficult to imagine.
"If I could get my hands on this spear..."
Bai Zhou's gaze blazed as thoughts churned through his mind.
If he brought this spear back, he might not even need to do anything. Just placing it beside the Major—
His so-called "ascension to sainthood"