Chapter-122

Sin stood amidst the desolate landscape, his mind filled with contemplation. The recent encounter with a venomous adversary had reminded him of an old saying, one that had been passed down through the generations in his clan: "Poison kills poison." This ancient wisdom had been reaffirmed by his latest battle. It was a stark reminder that the venom of the Serpent of the North was not to be taken lightly.

The Serpent of the North, a legendary and mythical creature, was infamous for its potent venom. This serpent, a creature of immense power and malevolence, had struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed its path. Its poison was so deadly that it could kill even the most formidable of adversaries with a single bite. Sin had heard tales of its devastating effects on those unlucky enough to incur its wrath, and he knew that it was a force to be reckoned with.

But the Serpent of the North was not the original name of the creature inside the weapon. There was another, a dragon by the name of Long Bai, who had earned the title of the Poison Dragon. Long Bai was a figure shrouded in legends and lore, a creature of unparalleled malevolence. Even the gods themselves were cautious when dealing with him, for they knew the danger he posed.

The very reason Long Bai had been defeated and sealed into a weapon by a coalition of high-level individuals was a testament to the terror his poison instilled. These individuals had come together, putting aside their differences and rivalries, to confront the Poison Dragon. They knew that they could not defeat him through conventional means, for his venom was a force of nature, a toxin that defied mortal comprehension.

In their desperate bid to stop Long Bai's reign of terror, they had hatched a daring plan. Together, they had engaged the Poison Dragon in a battle of epic proportions, a clash of titanic forces that shook the very foundations of the realm. It was a battle that had tested their limits, pushing them to the brink of their abilities.

As the battle raged on, the Poison Dragon's venomous attacks proved devastating. It seemed as though all hope was lost, and despair hung heavy in the air. But in their darkest hour, the coalition of high-level individuals had devised a strategy—one that involved sacrificing their own physical forms to seal Long Bai's essence into a weapon, a prison from which he could never escape.

It had been a harrowing and costly victory, one that had taken a toll on all those involved. But in the end, they had succeeded. Long Bai, the Poison Dragon, had been sealed away, his malevolent presence trapped within the confines of the weapon.

The Serpent of the North, a relic steeped in myth and legend, possessed a history that unfolded across the epochs of gods and mortals. This formidable weapon, shrouded in the aura of divine power, had a tale as intricate and captivating as its wielders.

It all began with Odin, the great Allfather of Norse mythology. For eons, Odin wielded the Serpent of the North, harnessing its unrivaled might. This weapon was no ordinary spear; it was a force of nature, an artifact capable of unleashing destruction and chaos with but a single strike. Odin, with his godlike wisdom and authority, had used it to maintain balance in the realms.

However, there came a point when Odin decided to bestow this potent weapon upon another, recognizing the need for a new guardian. The chosen one was none other than Sun Wukong, the legendary Monkey King of Chinese folklore. Sun Wukong, renowned for his prowess in handling expansion weapons, proved to be a worthy successor to Odin's legacy. Under the Monkey King's care, the Serpent of the North took on new dimensions of power and versatility.

As time passed, Sun Wukong decided to entrust the spear to Vasuki, a serpentine deity who possessed his own unique brand of influence. It was under Vasuki's guardianship that the spear's history took a fascinating turn. People gradually forgot its origins as a dragon's gift, and the name "Serpent of the North" became the more common appellation, obscuring its true draconic nature.

In the divine hierarchy of Shiva religion, Lord Shiva, the deity of destruction and transformation, issued a command that would alter the spear's course once more. Vasuki, the keeper of this potent weapon, received a divine directive from Shiva himself. He was to pass on the Serpent of the North to one of Shiva's most devoted followers—a mortal who shared Vasuki's serpentine lineage.

The transition of the spear from godly to mortal hands marked a profound shift in its journey. As it traversed the mortal realm, changing ownership multiple times, it acquired a reputation that was both coveted and feared. Its capacity to deliver a deadly venom, capable of poisoning both friends and foes with chilling ease, struck terror into the hearts of those who encountered it.

At one juncture in its tumultuous journey, a group of individuals, alarmed by the weapon's potential for harm, resolved to destroy it, viewing it as a source of malevolence. They believed that by erasing it from existence, they could spare the world from its pernicious influence.

However, what they failed to comprehend was that the Serpent of the North was no ordinary weapon. It was not merely a vessel of destruction but a bearer of a higher-level soul—the Soul of the god realm. This unique essence imbued the spear with a resilience that transcended mortal comprehension. Unlike Copy Longines, a mere copy of a legendary relic of lesser significance, the Serpent of the North possessed the divine spark of rebirth within it.

In a breathtaking display of spiritual tenacity, the Serpent of the North defied the odds, returning from the brink of annihilation. Its rebirth was a testament to the enduring power of ancient artifacts, their ability to withstand the test of time and the ravages of mortal intent. The spear's story was an intricate tapestry woven with threads of divinity, history, and the inexorable passage of time.