In the spirit fluid, strange crystals flickered, adding a hazy feeling to the spirit fluid.
After 10 days of refining, he had finally melted the indestructible void dust and refined it into the spiritual liquid in front of him.
Now, he was only one step away!
"Form!" Xia qingchen opened his mouth and exhaled, dividing the red spiritual liquid into ten portions. After that, he flicked his ten fingers, causing them to condense into ten three-foot-long swords.
As the temperature dropped, the liquid cooled down and turned into ten dark red swords.
The body of the sword was rough, the blade was heavy, and it didn't have the sharpness that a famous sword should have. At first glance, it looked like a discarded Nirvana weapon. Anyone would despise such a sword.
However, Xia qingchen grabbed hold of one of the swords and revealed an extremely satisfied and gratified expression. "I've finally succeeded in the Dayan sword."
