DEEP BREATHS—
In the mountainous region where the Western Wilderness met the northern part of Central Mountain, Wu Wang stood before a colossal rock.
The pitch-black spear, a gift from Yun Zhongjun, now emanated wisps of pure black aura. The shaft of the spear trembled continuously, as if a beast within was constantly roaring and howling.
After brewing for a moment, these auras began to coil around Wu Wang's arm.
Wu Wang neither dodged nor resisted.
He followed Yun Zhongjun's instructions, sensing the spear, guiding its spirit while also allowing that spirit to ignite the battle intent in the depths of his heart, fostering a continuous resonance with it.
Wielding a Divine Weapon was a process of mutual familiarization and conquest.
Especially since he had just cast off the identity of 'that Ghost,' he also needed to use this spear's aura to disguise himself.
