While everyone was talking, Ye Chen had already refined more than half of the Dao Integration-grade artifact.
A golden cauldron phantom floated above his head, and then it flickered with light and attached itself to Ye Chen's body.
In an instant, Ye Chen opened his eyes.
His eyes were like the stars in the night sky, and the entire space trembled violently. Countless bolts of lightning descended from above and struck Ye Chen's body without warning.
Ye Chen's expression did not change. He continued to circulate his cultivation technique.
Demonic energy, Buddhist runes, and spiritual energy surged around him like a long river.
Seconds later, the Slaughter Dao emerged, and cold killing intent permeated the surroundings.
A blood-colored phantom gradually condensed within the Slaughter Dao, holding a saber and a sword in his hand.
