Since Zhu Weiwu first made his name, the Firewood Exhausted Spear had risen to fame alongside him, shining just as brightly.
As the spear was, so was the man—everyone in the world knew it.
Where the spear arrived, the man arrived.
When the spear cried out, the man cried out.
This long spear, unremarkable in appearance, was dearer to him than his life.
When walking, he carried it upside down; in battle, he gripped it tight; when standing, he held it to his chest; when sitting, he laid it across his knees.
Every mark on its shaft, he had counted over and over through the years.
He had fought countless battles of life and death, and in every one, this spear had broken his enemies.
After every battle, he personally wiped down the spear, never entrusting it to another's hand.
It was said—
This spear, the Firewood Exhausted Spear: for thirty years, its firewood had never run out.
This man, Zhu Weiwu: never in his life had he lost to another!
Yet now, he broke it with his own hand.
The strong could die, but never be subdued. This spear, too, had always stood straight.
The Divine Presence nourished spear and man; his will merged with the spear.
Zhu Weiwu's long spear shattered, and his entire body instantly spun out of control. Not even Golden Body and Jade Marrow could keep him steady!
This sight was unexpected, yet not all that unexpected.
Facing Divine Presence with True Insight, Tie Tuisi had ample leeway to adjust, enough room to deal with any so-called "unexpected" turn.
It was only a spirited child who, in his desperate struggle, had leaped to a height he ordinarily could never have reached.
True Person Heavenly Craft raised his right hand again, then flicked it!
Zhu Weiwu's