Two days later.
In Gu Village, inside a neatly cleaned earthen house.
Yu Xian sat on a grass seat cushion, with a three-inch-long jade sword hovering before him, its single-colored, flawless green surface slightly taking shape.
This sword was the artifact embryo that Yu Xian had spent three months painstakingly nurturing and refining with his blood, mana, and spiritual sense every day.
A man dreams of wielding a sword to travel all over the world!
Yu Xian was no exception. Therefore, he naturally crafted his first magic artifact into a sword.
Phew!
Yu Xian bit his tongue, spitting out today's portion of blood from his tongue tip. The fresh blood covered the jade sword, spreading out veins of blood that enveloped the sword, radiating alternating red and green light.
At that moment, mysterious patterns emerged on the surface of the jade sword, and an indescribably profound connection formed between him and the jade sword.
Yu Xian suddenly understood.
