Su Jie lifted the Samsara Spear with one hand, the spear body was about one zhang and two chi in length, exuding an ink-black hue, the spearhead gleamed with specks of silver light, and felt substantial in his grasp.
Whoosh!
With a forceful arm, Su Jie thrust the Samsara Spear straight ahead.
A sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling echoed in the air, the void shattered inch by inch, leaving a hideous space rift that took a long time to mend, and the spear tip flashed with floating lights and shadows passing by, seemingly birthing ephemeral worlds like bubbles that burst like illusions, that eerie cycle of Samsara looming over Su Jie's heart.
"Dear, give it a try."
Su Jie called out to Han Ruyan, handing the Samsara Spear to her.
Han Ruyan reached out with her slender jade hand, grasping the Samsara Spear. Upon contact with the cold spear body, she instantly felt a wondrous connection within her heart, as though the spear was an extension of her own flesh and blood.
