The Celestial Inscriber.
Su Xiaobai's reward from Emperor Tian Yu's cave.
The moment it appeared—The entire arena trembled.
"That's—"
Before anyone could react—
A green light flickered.
A tiny ethereal figure—
The sword spirit of Bai Yujian's White Jade Sword—suddenly appeared on its own, staring at the golden pen in absolute disbelief.
"How…?!"
Even a mere artifact spirit should have recognized the terrifying power of the Celestial Inscriber—or so they thought. But Yingying's expression wasn't one of shock at witnessing a divine artifact.
No.
It was the look of someone who had just seen her dead husband rise from the coffin. Or a child whose long-lost father returned after twenty years carrying milk.
And then—
Before the stunned eyes of thousands—
It grew.
WHOOSH!
The pen expanded.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
Fifty meters—
Until it was as wide as ten towering pillars, its tip gleaming like the edge of a divine spear.
"BOOOOOOOOM!"
