"The spear is named Undying?"
Sensing movement beside her, Ling Muxi opened her eyes and immediately saw the pale blue spear before her.
The spear was plain, as though polished from bluestone. Even its tip had a stony texture, seemingly without any sharpness.
Yet the word "Undying" was branded into its shaft as though branded upon time itself.
Or rather, the shaft was a river of time, piercing through the ages. Time could not touch it, and an immortal, undying aura emanated from it.
Instinctively, Ling Muxi raised her head toward the summit, only to see a white figure step into a rift in the void and swiftly depart.
"What are you avoiding?"
Ling Muxi shouted, her voice thick with bewilderment.
The Li Qingyue of this moment was very different. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding her old friends.
She clearly cared. She clearly knew Ling Muxi wielded a spear.
She also knew that when Ling Muxi had last awakened her from enlightenment, the spear that had accompanied Ling Muxi for over a decade had shattered.
Now she had given her a stronger spear in return, one bearing some special aura.
"Humm..."
The instant Ling Muxi's voice fell, the void around her trembled slightly.
The next moment, the Tianxuan Saint Son, the monk Dizang, the Ancient Demon Saint, and the Old War God appeared together.
"She... has a great tribulation ahead of her. She doesn't want to drag us into it!"
The Tianxuan Saint Son gazed toward the horizon and sighed, an indescribable tremor stirring in his heart.
A month earlier, the Immortal Transformation Pool had vanished. Having reaped rich rewards, they had naturally followed Ling Muxi, hoping to meet Li Qingyue.
At the very least, the Tianxuan Saint Son and the monk Dizang needed to thank Li Qingyue in