In an instant, heaven and earth fell utterly still. Qin An stared at the Immortal-Slaying Spear in his hand, his face full of confusion. This was the first time he had ever seen the Immortal-Slaying Spear like this.
He had actually sensed fear from the Immortal-Slaying Spear's artifact spirit.
It struck him as absurd. What was the Immortal-Slaying Spear? It was one of the Devil Race's ten supreme treasures, an existence that suppressed the Devil Race's destiny.
Moreover, after being nourished by the Devil Race's destiny for so many years, it contained an immense amount of that destiny within it. Once mobilized, even ordinary top-grade Supreme Vessels could not compare to it.
He had brought the Immortal-Slaying Spear this time precisely to ensure his own safety, yet now, he could actually feel it trembling in fear.
How terrifying was that?
"Little Immortal-Slayer, what's wrong? After all this time, you don't recognize me anymore? Shouldn't old friends come out and have a proper catch-up when they meet?"
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's artifact spirit grinned as it looked at the dim, lightless Immortal-Slaying Spear.
After a long while, the Immortal-Slaying Spear finally stirred. A wisp of devilish qi drifted out, eventually condensing into the figure of a young man.
"Greetings, Venerable One."
The young man clasped his fists and bowed respectfully toward the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
Meanwhile, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar looked down arrogantly at the phantom formed from devilish qi before it.
"It's been so many years, and you're still the same—without the slightest improvement. You've truly disappointed me. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a pity, what a pity."
"But since we haven't met for so many years, how about we spar?"
A wisp of blood-red mist emanated from the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, gradually condensing into an elderly man leaning on a