With a steady breath, Liang activated the formation, channeling his own spiritual energy into the array. The ground beneath him trembled, and a surge of power reverberated through the air. One by one, the materials began to melt, their physical forms dissolving into vibrant, swirling liquids.
Liang watched as each material transformed, their distinct essences merging and intermingling. The liquids flowed interwoven, encompassing the sword at the center of the formation. Gradually, they enveloped the entire blade, imbuing it with an ethereal and enchanting glow.
Liang then cautiously stepped into the formation, his presence becoming one with the powerful energies that enshrouded the blade. With his heart pounding in his chest, he reached into his pocket, retrieving the two drops of blood he had carefully preserved.
