Inside the artifact-refining room, heat waves rolled.
The temperature in the room had long surpassed the limits of ordinary human endurance, yet Wang Chen, seated before the Life-Giving Creation Cauldron, did not have a single bead of sweat on his face.
He focused intently on controlling the sword embryo within the treasure cauldron, refining away its impurities bit by bit.
After seven days of refining, the materials True Person Shen had sent earlier had already become the rudimentary form of a Flying Sword within the Life-Giving Creation Cauldron.
For this Crimson Firmament Sword, Wang Chen had adopted an exceedingly simple design. The blade and hilt were separated only by a sword ring, with no guard or ornamentation whatsoever, giving it an ancient, unadorned charm.
Because True Person Shen had demanded that this Flying Sword possess the greatest possible killing power, yet the materials he provided were limited, Wang Chen could only take an unconventional path—cutting away the branches and leaves, reducing its size, and making it even sharper.
There was, in fact, an even more extreme design: abandoning the hilt entirely and leaving only a sharp blade.
Such a Flying Sword would be incomparably swift and fierce, but also rather fragile. Only the purest Sword Cultivators could wield and control it, truly bringing out its power.
And True Person Shen was clearly not that kind of pure Sword Cultivator.
As time passed, the last trace of impurity within the sword embryo was refined away by the cauldron fire.
Wang Chen began carefully and thoroughly polishing its exterior while imbuing the Flying Sword with spiritual charm.
These two steps were the greatest test of an Artifact Refiner's skill.
Moreover, even the slightest mistake would be almost impossible to remedy, leaving no choice but to declare the refining a failure.
Every material