In the quiet room, Wyatt sat cross-legged.
In front of him, a medicinal tripod and a pile of materials were laid out...
And there were also two soft, purple swords as thin as cicada's wings.
They were the Meteorite Soft Swords.
"First, forge three spirit swords."
Wyatt's eyes flashed, and with a lift of his hand, the two Meteorite Soft Swords were in his hands.
Whoosh!
The refining fire was ignited and before long, the two Meteorite Soft Swords melted into a mass of liquid.
The liquid form of the Meteorite.
Then, several other metallic materials were also melted down by the refining fire in Wyatt's hand, purifying extraneous matter and turning into puddles of liquid that bounced and boiled in the air.
Under Wyatt's manipulation, the liquid, which was formed by the Meteorite, was merged with the other several kinds of metal liquids.
Accompanying Wyatt's exquisite movements, these amalgamated liquids eventually separated into three parts.
And finally,
