Time slowly passed. On the spot, Huo Changliu was looking at the scenes seriously. His eyes were fixed there, and he seemed to be inexplicably nervous.
Of course, this nervousness was very normal. The Sword of Buddha in front of them was what they had been looking forward to for hundreds of years.
To make the Sword of Buddha in front of them take shape, they had laid it out for hundreds of years. Along the way, they had planned and designed with enormous efforts to get the result they had today.
If they couldn't even succeed, it would be a defeating situation for them. At this thought, everyone stared at the door, looking extremely nervous.
A tense atmosphere emerged. Fortunately, the scene in front of them didn't disappoint them.
As time passed, the origin of nine unique constitutions, including Song Qingruo, was slowly extracted and merged into the illusory longsword in front of them.
