As soon as he held the spear, Lin Zhen felt a sense of breathing together, sharing destiny, and blood connection coming from the spear.
"This spear was born in my world and transformed from the purple qi. Others simply wouldn't be able to use it. I can feel its extreme weight, but in my hands, it is as light as a feather."
"If I were to define a quality for this spear, it would be above the sacred, but not quite at the level of an artifact."
As Lin Zhen infused Star Power into the spear, it quivered slightly, and faint sharpness emanated from it.
"The stronger I am, the stronger this spear becomes. To what extent it can develop, only time will tell."
The transformation of the spear consumed only one in a thousand parts of the purple qi. The remaining large cluster of purple qi floated motionlessly in Lin Zhen's Dantian, waiting for his power to grow stronger to utilize more of it.
As for what this purple qi was, Lin Zhen had no clue and had never heard of it before.
