As the formation patterns were engraved on the flying sword embryo, traces of wind attribute power swirled around the sword.
Gradually.
More and more wind attribute power swirled around the sword, and it gradually began to affect the inscription of the array patterns.
Chen Daoxuan, who had refined a superior-grade first-tier flying sword before, knew that the success or failure of refining this sword depended on this one move.
He held his breath and focused, his thoughts as one.
He was completely unaffected by the wind attribute power that was swirling around the sword. Under the control of his divine sense, his zhenqi carved array patterns on the sword.
The formation patterns appeared on the sword body and quickly disappeared into the sword body, fusing with the embryo.
One, two, three…
As the array patterns continued to stack, Chen Daoxuan's forehead began to sweat slightly.
