Pond,
Sunlight converged on the talisman sword at the center, dazzling and bright. The temperature around the talisman sword rose sharply, with copious amounts of vapor steaming up, a thin mist spreading throughout.
Whoosh!
Jiang Ding reached out, and the talisman sword turned into a streak of gold light that flew into his hand, the scorching heat dissipating and leaving it as warm and smooth as jade to the touch.
"In another ten days or so, the talisman sword will be perfected, and continuing to temper it further won't be very meaningful."
His inner energy permeated every array pattern and part of the sword's body before making his judgment.
When the talisman sword was first forged, it was extremely fragile, such that even a gust of wind or a bucket of black dog blood could cause it to lose its spirit and become a dead object. With each day of tempering, it gradually became capable of dealing with warriors of Minor Completion of Internal Qi, and then Great Martial Artists.
