Several minutes later,
a beam of light, invisible even to the scanning of Divine Sense, shone down.
The substantial Taiqing Spirit Iron that was several meters tall and wide wavered and then vanished without a sound, passing through the window and the rooftop.
"One month..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself, suppressing his impatience, and sat down on the bed to cultivate with his eyes closed.
This matter related to the Sword of Dao Foundation, so he had made a second-hand preparation.
If his Taiqing Spirit Iron did not return,
he would believe that the Xianmen Sect, established through the countless sacrifices of previous sages, had already decayed and was no longer the guardian it used to be. Even the Central Array Spirit Computer, the last line of defense, had fallen and become a tool for influential families and high-level cultivators, rather than a sect for the citizens any longer.
...
"We start refining the magic tool today,"
