Shen Xiu stood silently before the ancient warrior's remains, saying nothing for a long time.
The frigid wind across the ice plains swept up fine ice crystals and howled past the bronze ancient spear, letting out a low, mournful wail, as though a battle hymn spanning countless ages had never ceased.
Liu Qingyan slowly stepped forward and gave a light bow before the remains.
"Senior guarded this place until now. This junior admires you."
As her words fell, the bronze ancient spear suddenly trembled lightly.
The rust on its shaft began to flake away bit by bit.
At first, only a few scattered pieces fell away, but then it grew faster and faster.
Crack—
A fine fissure appeared on the surface of the spear shaft.
Immediately afterward, the entire layer of rust peeled away in great sheets like dead tree bark.
A dazzling silver-violet radiance burst forth from within the spear.
Buzz—
An incomparably sharp spear intent shot into the heavens, directly tearing a crack hundreds of zhang long through the ice clouds that lingered overhead year-round.
Sunlight poured down.
The entire ice plain was illuminated in silver-white.
Shen Xiu's pupils contracted slightly.
At last, he saw the ancient spear's true appearance.
The spear was three zhang six chi long, forged entirely from a silver-white metal he had never seen before. Its spearhead was dark violet, its edge coiled with naturally formed lightning patterns.
Nine thunder dragons spiraling upward were carved upon its tail.
A tiny violet crystal was embedded in each thunder dragon's eyes.
As the spear revived, those nine pairs of dragon eyes slowly lit up.
A vast and ancient pressure swept in all directions.
Liu Qingyan's face paled slightly as she instinctively retreated two steps.
It was not aimed at her.
It was merely the aura emitted