Abyss-Sinking Spear

Lu Yuan did not hesitate. The Origin of Destiny had come from changing Qian Renxue's fate in the first place. Since the Eye of Destiny had clearly indicated that it could awaken the core of the broken spear, there was no point in keeping it any longer.

He tightened his grip on the Mountain-Shaking Spear and let the remaining Origin of Destiny within him slowly flow down his right arm toward his palm.

At first, there was no astonishing spectacle. A faint gray glow merely traveled along a dark pattern deep within the spear. But the moment that power entered the Mountain-Shaking Spear, the broken spear on the stone platform sent out another pull. A wisp of gray light crossed the distance between them and slipped into the deepest crack in its body.

Within the pitch-black, deathly still spear body, a tiny glimmer finally lit up.

Then the second and third spots awakened in succession. The crisscrossing cracks seemed to be relit from within by some force. Dim patterns slowly spread across the broken spear before converging at the center of its shaft.

A deep hum echoed from the depths of the stone chamber.

This time, it was not the broken spear striking the stone platform. The sound came directly from within the spear itself.

Qian Daoliu's gaze narrowed slightly, but he did not interrupt Lu Yuan. The white-haired old man who had guarded this Black Gate for years stared at the stone platform as well, unconsciously quieting even his breathing.

The Worship Hall had not neglected to try dealing with this broken spear over the years. Fire could not melt it, forging was useless, and pouring Soul Power into it had never produced a true reaction. Spirit Masters below level thirty who touched it directly would even have part