After a long silence in the room, Li Muyang once again opened his eyes, a faint divine light flashing through them.
The next second, he rose to his feet, a small turning wheel appearing out of nowhere in his hand.
The wheel was about the size of a palm, its material unknown, its surface etched with many fine and mysterious patterns.
Refining a Magic Artifact was not difficult, especially since the Magic Artifact at hand was merely a common item, and Li Muyang refined it with ease.
As soon as he had successfully refined the Magic Artifact, Li Muyang stepped out the door and into the outdoors.
The night sky was filled with stars, the moonlight washing over everything, with the occasional beast roar coming from the wilderness and forests not far away.
This mid-mountain area, far from the crowds, was empty and quiet.
Li Muyang stood at the doorway for a moment before turning into a blur and heading straight into the ancient forest behind the spiritual fields.
