The golden world shattered.
The boy awoke in the cave, his body no longer frail. His breathing was strong, his wounds gone, his dantian blazing with power. In his hand rested a golden-black spear that pulsed like a living thing.
For the first time, he felt truly alive.
He clenched the weapon, and his voice was calm yet filled with newfound resolve. "I am no rat. No dog. No trash."
A name surfaced in his mind—one he forged for himself, born of this night, born of his rebirth.
"From today onward, my name… is Jian Wushen."
(Swordless God — for though he wielded a spear, his path would defy all names, all weapons, all heavens.)
Outside, Luo Fan and his gang were still searching the mountain, mocking and laughing. But when they saw the boy step from the cave, his spear dripping with killing intent, their laughter froze.
The nameless beggar was gone.
What stood before them was someone else entirely.
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