"Crap, there really is a problem..."
In the equipment room, the lingering white vapor was gradually dissipating.
The fifteen hydraulic presses in the area had stopped working.
It was now the fourth hour since Wang Jixuan had entered this place.
An iron ball the size of a dragon's eye was floating around him, its surface rippling like water, smooth as a mirror, containing a resonant sword aura as if a flying sword might burst out at any moment.
Normally, a nurturing phase of at least half a month would be required, but now it had been completed ahead of schedule. The essence of several ores—actually, accompanying ores—had fused perfectly.
Moreover, the treasure used in this sword, under massive envelopment of spiritual energy and the deliberate activation by Wang Jixuan, coupled with tempering by the Spirit Forging Array, had directly ascended two grades!
This was already comparable to the mid-to-low-end flying swords sold in village treasure shops!
