And that was not all.
The Thunderclap Infernal Prison Vine's gifts were far from over.
Gu Xingyue distinctly felt a tingling in his right arm-a streak of purple-gold lightning slowly extended along his arm, gathering until it solidified in his palm.
It was a spear.
Its shaft was long and slender, purple-gold arcs coursing over its entire length. Lightning flickered at its tip, like a tamed lightning dragon coiled in his palm.
An external soul bone.
And it qualified as an external soul bone because this spear was no lifeless object-it could continually evolve and grow stronger alongside its host. The stronger its host became, the stronger it would become, with no upper limit.
So, there was no doubt that this was an external soul bone.
What made Gu Xingyue's pupils quake even more was this Thunder Spear's power-not only could it unleash terrifying lightning to bombard his enemies, but it also possessed a trait that could only be called heaven-defying:
Guaranteed hit.
Once this spear struck someone even once-even if it merely grazed their skin-all subsequent attacks would inevitably hit, impossible to evade or block.
Guaranteed hit?!
A trait?!
Sinister, sinister?!!
Feeling the almost overbearing power emanating from the spear in his palm, Gu Xingyue felt a surge of heroic fervor rush from his chest to the crown of his head, impossible to suppress any longer.
He threw back his head and cried out, his voice shaking the wilderness:
"Newborn, I knew the hardships of the world; my ambition pierced the nine heavens like a rainbow.
Lightning tempers my body, my soul becomes a sword; the twin wheels of life and death hang in my palm.
Clad in Battle Armor, I scorn myriad arts; the vine's growing emerald shadow lights heaven and the abyss.
Should I one day fulfill