The continent within the forbidden land of the Demon Abyss was not particularly hard, nowhere near as hard as the Dragon Graveyard.
A long time had passed.
What had happened here belonged to the distant, distant past.
Before the First Dark Turmoil.
Before the decisive battle between the Giant Race and the Undead Clan.
Perhaps...
Over the long passage of time, the weapon that had once belonged to the King of the Seraphim Clan had already corroded away in the soil.
But.
They did not have to dig for long.
Before they saw the weapon lying quietly in the soil.
A spear.
Pure white from end to end.
Even lying in the soil, stained by dirt and buried underground without seeing daylight for so long, they could still see
that pure whiteness, a purity that seemed impossible to stain.
Jiu Wu bent down, picked the spear up from the pit, and handed it to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan looked at the spear in his hand without speaking.
Divine weapons had spirits.
Perhaps this spear was one such weapon. When Jiu Wu picked it up, it rapidly lengthened to suit his height. When it landed in Chen Fan's hand, it instantly shrank again to a length that suited him.
It felt like jade.
Smooth and cool.
He knew those two words might seem contradictory together, but that was precisely how the weapon felt to him: both smooth and cool. It was a little like pulling a thick, cool quilt over himself in the scorching summer, feeling its weight and its chill at the same time.
He slowly raised the spear in his hand.
Holding it level.
The Exotic Treasure's panel appeared before his eyes.
``` "Exotic Treasure name": Seraphim Spear.
"Exotic Treasure grade": Seven-Colored.
"Exotic Treasure effect": Can inflict fatal damage