Luo Bei floated above the Sword Pool, wisps of golden true essence emanating from his body. Coupled with the rippling fluctuations of mana around him, he looked from afar as though ten thousand rays of golden light were shining from his body.
Among Northern Bright King's arts was a spell called the King Eight Auspicious Golden Plate. Nalan Ruoxue had used it many times in battle before. Once this spell was cast, a shield-like Thousand-Spoked Golden Wheel would form behind the caster, looking immensely majestic and precious. Yet at this moment, Luo Bei gave the impression that if his cultivation advanced a little further, the natural fluctuations of mana from his body alone would form such a golden screen behind him.
When one's mana fluctuations had condensed to such a tangible extent, even the fluctuations produced merely by surging true essence within the body possessed the power of spells cast by ordinary cultivators. Such a bearing was already the bearing of immortals and holy Buddhas recorded in many ancient texts.
Fine threads of gauzy golden true essence continuously seeped into the Sword Pool and into the sword itself.
Luo Bei had been continuously refining the flying sword for three days already.
Compared to three days ago, the dark-red flying sword, Cangyue, now appeared even more translucent. A layer of flowing radiance seemed to course across its blade, making it feel as though it had become soft.
Luo Bei could now sense that the transparent filaments gathered in his true essence within the Sword Pool were entirely a peculiar substance condensed from Sword Qi, sword intent, and true essence power. In truth, cultivating Sword Essence was nothing more than using sword arts to transform true essence, producing primordial energy that could refine and merge with the metallic essence of a flying