World-Destroying Divine Artifact: Black Bone War Spear

On their patrol route through the Immortal Ancient Ruins, Qin Yu, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng walked side by side. Having been tempered by the torrent of immortal veins, their cultivation levels were now vastly different: Qin Yu was firmly established at the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm, Zhao Xinyu had entered the Initial Entry into the Yuan Transformation Realm, and Yang Zheng had successfully broken through to the Great Perfection of the Major Accomplishment of the Qi Condensation Realm. These three powerful auras, like three towering peaks, pierced through the heavens and earth, causing the demonic beasts and Demonic Spirit within the ruins to tremble in fear upon sensing them from afar.

Along the way, a pack of demonic beasts rose up, including black-winged demonic eagles, crimson flame giant bears, and bone-armored wolves. Most of their cultivation levels hovered between the Qi Condensation Realm and the Initial Entry into the Yuan Transformation Realm, but in the eyes of the three, they were no longer worth mentioning.

Zhao Xinyu Moon-Congealing Frost, her Moonlight Sword slicing through the night like a falling cold star, freezing and shattering all the demonic beasts beneath her blade. Yang Zheng activated his sword technique, his Xuanfeng fierce momentum intertwined with lightning and flames, and with a single strike, the demonic core rolled away with fire. Qin Yu gripped the Gray Annihilation War Spear horizontally, manipulating the Xuanfeng, the spear shadow howling like wind and thunder, often crushing demonic beasts along with the void with a single blow.

As they progressed day by day, the trio's teamwork became increasingly perfect. Zhao Xinyu was responsible for controlling the situation and suppressing soul consciousness, Yang Zheng's spirit sword was as sharp as thunder, and Qin Yu suppressed the entire situation with absolute power. In one month, hundreds of demonic beasts within the Immortal Ancient Ruins were slain, and the depths of the ruins finally returned to peace. The demonic cores and spirit cores they obtained piled up like mountains, enough to make any force envious.

On their Return Path, as dawn broke and Qingfeng caressed their faces, the three of them stepped out of the ruins and, without prior agreement, looked back at the ancient world stained with lightning, frost, and blood. They understood that this trip was not just a patrol, but a trial by fire.

Finally, carrying their spoils and glory, they slowly returned to the White Cloud Sect. The sect's towering palaces came into view, shrouded in swirling spiritual mist, and a silent surge of pride welled up within each of the three.

Before the gates of the White Cloud Sect, clouds and mist churned, and the spirit bell tolled. As the appointed time arrived, the outer disciples returned one after another from their respective patrol areas.

The first to return were a group of disciples who had gone to the spirit stone mine. They were covered in blood and wounds, clearly having been through a fierce battle, but each of them held a crystal core produced from the spirit stone mine in their arms, their eyes filled with excitement and pride.

Following closely behind was the squad assigned to patrol the Ancient Spiritual Sea. The sea wind howled, and spiritual energy rippled as they slowly descended from the spirit boat, still carrying the damp, fishy smell of the sea. The disciples carried several sea beast carcasses, their demonic cores and spirit scales shimmering in the sunlight, causing onlookers to hold their breath.

Finally, the team that returned last was Qin Yu, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng. The three moved with steady steps and powerful auras, their figures like three sharp swords piercing the sky. Their spirit boat was piled high with the corpses of spirit beasts, and countless demon cores and spirit cores. The surrounding disciples gasped at the sight, whispering amongst themselves.

"How is that possible? They've only been together for a month!"

"This number... they've probably wiped out all the demonic beasts in the Immortal Ancient Ruins!"

"I sense that their aura is completely different from before..."

Sure enough, not only the disciples, but even the elders watching from the high platform changed their expressions slightly. Especially the elder in charge of the White Cloud Sect's outer sect; a hint of undisguised shock flashed in his eyes, and he murmured under his breath:

"The Immortal Vein Ruins... actually allowed them to break through in just one month... Qin Yu Major Accomplishment of Yuan Transformation, Zhao Xinyu Initial Entry into Yuan Transformation Realm, and Yang Zheng also stepped into the Major Accomplishment of the Qi Condensation Realm... Such speed is simply unprecedented."

Surrounded by a group of disciples, the three slowly crossed the mountain gate, with fierce winds billowing behind them, as if even heaven and earth were trembling for their return.

On the grand square, the sound of drums thundered, and a majestic aura emanated from the high platform. The elder in charge of the outer sect of the White Cloud Sect stood in the center, his gaze sharp as lightning, slowly sweeping over all the returning disciples, finally landing on Qin Yu and his two companions.

"You outer sect disciples have all made contributions during this patrol of the Immortal Ancient Ruins," the elder's voice boomed like a thunderous drum, "But the most outstanding one is Qin Yu!"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent, then erupted into a cacophony of discussion.

"It really was him!"

"Just a month ago, he was only at the Qi Condensation Realm, but now he's at the Major Accomplishment of Yuan Transformation..."

"This speed is simply incredible!"

The elder flipped his hand, and ten crystal-clear, iridescent, top-grade spirit stones floated out. Each of them was like a miniature spiritual vein core, and the intensity of their Spiritual Qi was so strong that even the nearby disciples couldn't help but gasp for breath.

"Qin Yu, these ten top-grade spirit stones are yours! Furthermore, from this day forward, you are officially a disciple of the White Cloud Sect's outer sect, enjoying all the privileges of an outer sect disciple!"

As soon as the words fell, a commotion erupted both inside and outside the mountain gate. Disciples cast envious and shocked glances their way. To become a true outer disciple of the White Cloud Sect meant gaining access to the Weapons Hall, Pill Hall, and Cultivation Art Hall, and the freedom to choose one's own weapon, cultivation technique, and elixir—a dream come true for countless disciples!

Qin Yu stepped forward, accepted the spirit stone, clasped his hands in a fist salute, his expression solemn, and his voice resounding:

"Thank you for your generous gift, Elder! This disciple will certainly live up to the sect's expectations!"

The elder nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Go ahead. You, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng may all enter the Three Halls to choose your own weapons, elixirs, and cultivation techniques. Remember, on the path of cultivation, external aids may help, but ultimately, it depends on one's own will and comprehension."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire outer plaza of the White Cloud Sect erupted in cheers once again. Countless disciples looked at Qin Yu and his two companions with eyes full of awe and fervor.

Qin Yu accepted the ten top-grade spirit stones, his palm shimmering with spiritual light, and a vast amount of Spiritual Qi almost bursting forth. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned to look at Zhao Xinyu and Yang Zheng, smiled slightly, handed three of them to Zhao Xinyu, and took out three more to give to Yang Zheng.

"These ten spirit stones were a reward from the sect, but without your companionship and assistance along the way, I wouldn't have made it this far. Therefore, I want to share them with you."

Zhao Xinyu was taken aback, then quickly shook her head. "Brother Yu, this reward was earned through your own hard work, how can we accept it?"

Yang Zheng rubbed his hands together and said with a simple smile, "Yes, Brother Yu, you're currently the most prominent disciple in the outer sect of the White Cloud Sect. These top-grade spirit stones are ten thousand times more precious than high-grade spirit stones. You should keep them for your own cultivation."

Qin Yu, however, firmly placed the spirit stones into their hands, his tone resolute. "I, Qin Yu, never seek glory alone. Without companions on the path of cultivation, no matter how vast, it is but a solitary journey. I believe that you two will surely walk alongside me to even greater heights."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes welled up with tears. She clutched the spirit stone tightly and whispered, "Brother Yu..."

Yang Zheng nodded vigorously, his voice booming, "Haha, good! If I, Yang Zheng, ever become a powerful figure in the future, it will definitely be because you led me to that level!"

The three looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere warm and intense, like a fire burning in their hearts.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the three clasped their hands in farewell and returned to their respective palaces.

The night was deep, and the palace complex of the outer disciples' quarters of the White Cloud Sect shone like stars under the moonlight. Qin Yu's palace stood silently atop the mountain, surrounded by swirling spiritual mist, creating an ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere. He pushed open the palace door, and a wave of Spiritual Qi washed over him. He thought to himself:

"The White Cloud Sect... truly lives up to its reputation as the Great Yan Continent. From now on, the path I walk will be even more arduous, but also even more glorious."

The night was as dark as ink. In the valley where the outer disciples of the White Cloud Sect resided, a clear, cold moon hung high, casting its watery light and elongating Qin Yu's solitary figure. He sat quietly on the stone steps outside the palace, the wind ruffling his hair and causing his robes to flutter slightly. The mountains were serene, save for the murmuring of the spiritual spring water and the occasional soft chirping of night birds.

Qin Yu gazed up at the night sky, his eyes piercing through the bright moon, and he seemed to see his mother, Qin Yu, far away in his hometown. Memories flooded back, each scene still vivid in his mind: his mother, dragging her weary body, braving wind and rain and treacherous roads, carrying him across mountains and rivers, just to deliver him to the gates of the Cloud-Leveling Hall. Her repeated admonitions, "Yu'er, you must cultivate diligently, your mother is waiting for you to make something of yourself," still echoed in his ears.

Two years have passed, and he has risen from a lowly Gray Spirit Root youth to a position among the outer disciples of the White Cloud Sect, the number one sect on the Great Yan Continent, with his cultivation having broken through to the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm. Without his mother's persistence and sacrifice, he would never have been able to get to where he is today. Thinking of this, Qin Yu felt a pang of sorrow, his eyes reddened slightly, and his fists clenched quietly.

"Mother, I wonder if you are well..." Qin Yu murmured to himself, his voice carried away by the wind, yet filled with longing and deep affection. Bathed in moonlight, his eyes shone with determination. "After some time, I must go back to see you. No amount of cultivation opportunity or sect glory is as important as your well-being."

His chest heaved, his emotions unable to settle for a long time. In the night wind, his deepest motivation for family became the most profound driving force in his heart. No matter how turbulent the road ahead, he knew that his original intention for cultivation had never changed.

Under this vast expanse of stars, Qin Yu's figure appeared lonely yet resolute, like a divine weapon yet to be drawn, quietly accumulating power, waiting for the day it would emerge into the world.

The following morning, the White Cloud Sect's mountain gate was still shrouded in pale golden morning light, with spiritual energy permeating the Spiritual Qi like mist. Qin Yu got up early, tidied his clothes, and held his outer disciple's purple-gold token in his hand, his heart filled with anticipation. Today, he was going to the White Cloud Sect's renowned Weapon Hall.

The Weapon Hall is located deep within the inner courtyard of the outer gate of the White Cloud Sect. It is majestic and magnificent, with its gate towering ninety-nine feet high, seemingly able to pierce the sky. The gate is covered with ancient array patterns and symbols, flowing with a faint divine light and exuding an endless sense of oppression. Each symbol seems to contain the blood and sweat of ancient great beings. Looking up at it is like facing the gaze of countless predecessors, and one's mind and spirit are shaken.

On either side, the elders guarding the temple sat upright on stone platforms, their cultivation unfathomable, their bodies as steady as mountains. They simply sat quietly, yet they inspired awe in the disciples who passed by, as if they could see right through their souls.

Qin Yu ascended the steps, bowed respectfully, and presented his outer disciple token with both hands. His voice was clear and firm. "Outer disciple Qin Yu has come to select a weapon."

The elder nodded slightly, scanned the token with his divine sense, and with a flash of inspiration, returned it. Then he raised his hand and gently waved it.

Boom--

The heavy palace doors slowly opened, rumbling as if the world had just begun. In an instant, a vast surge of Spiritual Qi rushed out of the palace, like a tidal wave, carrying a sharp military intent and a murderous aura. Golden light shone through the palace doors, like a celestial river pouring down.

Qin Yu took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The hall was vast and boundless, with a high dome in the sky. A giant jade bead hung above it, emitting endless clear light and illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime. The walls were inlaid with ten-thousand-year-old black iron and spirit stones, covered with array patterns, as if a huge magic array was covering the hall, preventing the power of the weapons from leaking out.

Looking around, countless weapons were displayed in the center of the hall, layered and neatly arranged, with the lowest ones being magical artifacts.

The sword—its cold gleam like water, its blade shimmering with spiritual light, its sharpness intimidating, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth.

The blade—fierce and domineering like fire, its blade intent surging, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and seas, its domineering power unparalleled.

Spears—sharp and straight, their cold light shooting straight to the heavens, carrying an extremely fierce killing intent.

The bow and arrow, displayed silently, exuded a chilling killing intent, as if once the bow was drawn, blood would surely splatter.

The hammer and axe, heavy as mountains, their runes flashing with lightning, could destroy an army with a single blow.

Needles, rings, nails, ropes, and chains—though small, they possess intense spiritual power, radiating a chilling gleam.

The zither, umbrella, banner, and seal, though elegant in appearance and imbued with spiritual charm, contain astonishing destructive power.

Fans, flags, bells, tripods, pagodas, pots, bottles, gourds, mirrors... all kinds of utensils are available, each one radiating brilliance and exuding an imposing aura.

The entire Weapon Hall resembled a vast sea of soldiers, with heavy spiritual pressure and soaring military intent, as if one were on an ancient battlefield, with the roar of thousands of troops in one's ears.

With each step Qin Yu took, he could clearly feel that the weapons seemed to be chanting softly, emanating their unique auras. Some were as cold and sharp as glaciers, some as fierce as a sea of fire, and some as still as water, yet their sharpness was hidden.

Standing amidst this sea of weapons, Qin Yu's heart surged with excitement. He knew very well that any weapon here would be a treasure fought over by countless sects in the outside world. But now, he had the opportunity to choose his own true weapon from among them.

His mind was completely calm. He slowly raised his eyes and murmured to himself:

"This time, I will find a weapon that truly resonates with my Fate Soul."

The moment Qin Yu stepped into the Weapon Hall, it felt as if he had entered another world.

The palace was as magnificent as a celestial palace, with a huge jade star hanging above the dome, casting down its brilliant light and illuminating the palace as if it were daytime. The ground was paved with ten-thousand-year-old cold iron and jade, with crisscrossing array patterns that subtly echoed the heavens and earth, suppressing the sharpness of weapons so that they would not break through the palace.

Countless weapons were displayed all around, each radiating its own unique spiritual pressure and killing aura.

Weapons in the Great Yan Continent are classified into four tiers: mortal weapons, magical weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons.

Qin Yu focused his mind and was able to sense the differences between these six levels:

Ordinary utensils (lowest grade): Used by ordinary people outside the palace, possessing only hardness, and rarely seen in this palace.

Magical Weapon (Starting Level): This is the lowest level of the Weapon Hall. The blade is as white as snow and the back of the knife is as hot as fire, with a faint flow of Spiritual Qi, already able to resonate with the cultivator. Its aura is intimidating, like the roar of a low-level demon beast, sharp and piercing.

Treasure Weapon (Mid-Tier): These weapons are engraved with spiritual patterns, and their sword light and blade shadows are accompanied by a strange halo. When used, they can unleash several times their combat power. When you get close, you can almost hear the booming of war drums, and the killing aura is overwhelming.

Spiritual Weapon (High-Grade): Its entire body flows with spiritual light, possessing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, as if it can communicate with heaven and earth with every breath. The sound of swords and blades makes people's souls tremble. The Spiritual Qi surrounding the body is like a mountain pressing down on the body, which is something that ordinary people cannot withstand.

Celestial Artifacts (Rare): These weapons are placed deep within the main hall, sealed by multiple layers of array patterns, with faint radiance and auspicious light surging within them. Just a glance from afar is enough to feel the resonance of the laws of heaven and earth, as if the weapons have transformed into celestial spirits gazing upon all living beings.

Divine Artifact (Legend): Such weapons are extremely rare, displayed only in the deepest part of the palace, shrouded in a curtain of light. No one can see their true appearance, but can only feel an aura of pressure that transcends all realms, as if facing an ancient god. Even Qin Yu, standing a thousand feet away, felt his soul tremble slightly.

In this boundless sea of weapons, there are swords, spears, lances, bows, crossbows, axes, hammers, needles, ropes, zithers, umbrellas, flags, bells, tripods, towers... everything imaginable is there, a dazzling array.

The sword's edge is sharp and fierce, as if it could cleave through the Milky Way; the long saber is domineering and powerful, as if it could split mountains and oceans; the spear reaches the sky, its tip pointing straight at the heavens, as if it could pierce through the sun and moon; the ancient bell is heavy and powerful, and even before it rings, it can shake one's mind and spirit.

Qin Yu walked slowly, his mind rising and falling with the aura of each weapon. He knew that what he was looking for was not just a weapon, but a true battle weapon that resonated with his own Fate Soul and cultivation techniques, and could accompany him all the way to the peak.

Qin Yu slowly moved towards the upper levels of the main hall, and his gaze suddenly froze deep within the array seal.

Behind several layers of spiritual light and array barriers, a Black Bone War Spear stood silently.

The spear was forged entirely from an unknown black bone, as if it had been honed from the spine of an ancient, ferocious beast. The spear shaft was jagged and covered with fine cracks, but it was not decaying; rather, it seemed that the whispers of countless wronged souls surged within each crack. Eerie gray-white flames flickered within the cracks, like ghostly fire, illuminating the entire spear shaft and casting a cold and ferocious shadow.

The spearhead was long and sharp, pitch black and without luster, yet it gave people a terrifying illusion that it could nail a soul to its death. Just looking at it through the seal, it was as if a million unseen eyes were staring at you, and you could hear a low wailing in your ears, like countless dead souls struggling, howling and roaring in the spear.

The spear shaft was thick and long, but a piece of gray-black bone stone was embedded in the grip. Twisted faces were faintly emerging from the bone stone, each face opening its mouth to roar, as if trying to break free from it.

When Qin Yu's gaze fell upon the spear, his mind trembled violently, and a bone-chilling cold rushed straight into his consciousness. Even though he had already reached the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm, he still felt as if his soul was being torn apart by a sharp blade. If it weren't for his resilient Fate Soul, he would probably have collapsed to the ground right now.

The other outer disciples nearby glanced at it from afar, their faces turning pale instantly. They quickly averted their gaze, not daring to look any longer. Some of the more timid ones even trembled on the spot, their eyes bloodshot, and they retreated repeatedly.

The array patterns within the Weapon Hall roared, and the elder guarding the hall, his face solemn, spoke in a low voice:

"This is one of the most sinister forbidden weapons in the palace—the [Black Bone War Spear]. Legend has it that it was forged in the Primordial Blood Prison, tempered from the spines of millions of dead souls. It is unlike any other, indiscriminate in its Spirit Root and talents, yet it has an extremely severe backlash. Anyone who does not possess a sufficiently resilient Fate Soul and will will have their soul torn apart if they merely glance at it."

The elder's gaze swept over Qin Yu, and seeing that he could still look directly at the spear, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The existence of this Black Bone War Spear has always been a taboo subject for the White Cloud Sect's Weapon Hall —most disciples don't even have the courage to approach it, let alone look at it.

At this moment, Qin Yu stood in front of it, silently gazing at it.

Qin Yu's heart pounded heavily. The moment his foot approached the Black Bone War Spear, the spear seemed to awaken silently.

Boom--!

Suddenly, the entire spear trembled violently, and countless gray-black flames erupted from the cracks in its shaft, burning like endless Netherworld flames in the void, instantly turning the upper level of the Weapon Hall into a dark and hellish realm.

Countless vengeful spirits emerged from the spear, dragging their shattered bodies, their eyes bloodshot, emitting heart-wrenching howls:

"Those who steal my Fate Soul, shall perish in this spear!"

"A blood debt... a blood debt!"

They surged towards Qin Yu like a tidal wave, transforming into a soul storm that churned the void, each gust of yin wind carrying a chilling killing intent.

Bang!

In an instant, Qin Yu's sea of consciousness seemed to be torn apart! Countless soul lights within his sea of consciousness were pressed down and teetered on the verge of collapse, like flickering lamps in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The tip of the spear, however, materialized in the void and pierced straight towards Qin Yu's brow!

At this moment, the entire Weapon Hall seemed to tremble. Gray flames tore through the void, and the array barrier roared like thunder, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Many outer disciples coughed up blood on the spot, knelt on the ground, their eyes vacant and lifeless, unable to even look at the spear again.

However, Qin Yu remained completely still!

His eyes shone with unwavering determination at that moment. The spiritual power of the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm surged forth from his dantian, instantly transforming into countless rays of light, like a celestial river pouring down, firmly suppressing the turmoil in his sea of consciousness.

Boom--!

Above the sea of consciousness, a gray light suddenly flashed!

That mysterious gray light, like Nameless supreme will, directly crushed and annihilated the vengeful spirits and yin flames released by the spear, and all the shrieks of the vengeful spirits in the air stopped instantly.

Weapon Hall, the vengeful spirits and phantoms seemed to be swallowed up by an indescribable force, instantly turning into ashes without leaving a trace!

The Black Bone War Spear vibrated violently with a "hum," then suddenly dropped, its tip pointing to the ground, emitting a deep, resonant boom.

As if admitting--

Qin Yu before me is indeed qualified to bear it!

The elder stared intently at Qin Yu, his voice hoarse and filled with shock:

"This spear is an ancient, ferocious weapon. Only... only those truly fearless of soul-tearing beings can make it bow. I never imagined... that it would resonate in your hands!"

At this moment, Qin Yu's chest heaved violently, cold sweat trickling down his back, but his eyes remained burning fiercely. He reached out and slowly touched the spear shaft, which was as black as night.

Suddenly--

Boom!!!

In an instant, countless golden runes lit up the entire Weapon Hall's formation, shining upon Qin Yu and the Black Bone War Spear as if in response to the heavens.

The scene resembled a young boy completing his first Soul Pact with an ancient forbidden soldier.

The moment Qin Yu's hand truly grasped the Black Bone War Spear, the entire spear suddenly erupted with a deafening roar!

Boom--!

Endless gray-black flames erupted from the spear, seemingly threatening to incinerate heaven and earth. Hundreds of wronged souls coalesced in the void, their faces twisted, their eyes bloodshot, struggling madly and screaming in unison:

"Do not touch!"

"This is our forbidden weapon!"

"How can mortals control it--"

The entire Black Bone War Spear transformed into a phantom resembling an ancient ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Qin Yu. The spear tip exuded an aura capable of annihilating all living beings, seemingly intent on completely obliterating Qin Yu!

However, in that very instant—

Deep within Qin Yu's dantian, that mysterious gray light suddenly flashed once more!

Rumble!!!

The gray light was not a violent outward display, but a silent pressure. It was like the primordial source of Annihilation; its radiance flashed for only a moment, yet it instantly froze the entire Black Bone War Spear!

On the spear, countless wronged souls let out heart-wrenching screams, as if their existence had been forcibly erased by some unseen force, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

Within the phantom of the spear, the terrifying beast-like form shattered instantly, turning into dust that was swallowed up by the gray light.

"Buzz..."

The Black Bone War Spear trembled violently!

The original violence, arrogance, and endless killing intent completely vanished at this moment, replaced by an unprecedented fear and submission.

A low, humming sound emanated from the spear shaft, like the mournful cry of an ancient beast begging for forgiveness.

The entire Weapon Hall fell silent.

The elder was so horrified he gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets:

"What... what kind of power is this?! It can actually make the World Extinguisher artifact Black Bone War Spear, show fear?!"

Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that the gray light was not something he could control. It existed within his body, yet it was like a supreme ruler, suppressing even this ancient artifact to the point of being unable to resist.

At this moment, the Black Bone War Spear fell completely silent. The gray-black flames on the spear shaft slowly subsided, leaving only an Ultimate deep black luster, lying quietly in Qin Yu's hand.

It was as if it finally understood:

It wasn't the boy who chose it, but rather the will of the gray light that forced it to submit!

Qin Yu held the Black Bone War Spear in his hand. The spear was pitch black and deep, resting quietly in his palm without any resistance. Instead, it exuded a suffocating calmness and murderous intent.

With a slight thought, his spear trembled gently.

Boom!!!

A black wave of energy exploded out instantly, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing. The entire defensive array of the Weapon Hall trembled at the same time, and runes emerged layer by layer. The golden array patterns seemed to be shattered at any moment. All the magical artifacts and spiritual weapons in the hall emitted a buzzing sound, and some even trembled, as if bowing their heads to the Black Bone War Spear.

The temple elder was shocked and quickly activated the temple's protective formation to suppress the immense power of the attack.

"What a terrifying spear..." the elder murmured, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Even I felt my Fate Soul tremble."

Qin Yu slowly withdrew his power, and the Black Bone War Spear instantly returned to calm.

He turned around, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the temple elder, and spoke in a humble yet steady tone:

"Thank you, Elder, for granting me this weapon. I will certainly not disgrace the name of the White Cloud Sect."

The elder looked at him, his eyes filled with shock and a complex mix of emotions. After a moment, he sighed and nodded gently.

"Go. It is your good fortune that this spear has chosen you as its master. I hope that in your future actions you will live up to the expectations of the White Cloud Sect and yourself."

Qin Yu nodded solemnly, slung the Black Bone War Spear over his shoulder, and turned to step out.

The moment he stepped out of the Weapon Hall gate, golden sunlight streamed through the towering gate, illuminating the chilling spear on his shoulder. The spear's long, narrow shadow fell between the stone steps like a crack in the sky, exuding an oppressive, Ultimate aura.

Countless disciples looked up at him, their hearts trembling. At that moment, they vaguely realized:

Qin Yu is no longer like any of his peers; his aura is so powerful that even weapons submit to him!

Qin Yu remained calm and said nothing more, only murmuring softly:

"Mother, once I've made further progress, I will definitely go back to visit you in person..."

Then, his figure disappeared at the end of the long white jade staircase.