The First Fiendish Sword

"So Xihe Zi, you saw my battle with the Great Sun Glazed Flame."

"Of course. This place and the Xihe Hall outside were originally one whole, merely separated by a mirror-image restriction. You fought that battle quite splendidly. Pity that shrew, the Great Sun Glazed Flame, got away. If you encounter her again, I'll help you. The Illusory Sun True Intent contained within the Xihe Stele happens to restrain that mother tigress," Xihe Zi said bitterly, seeming to harbor deep hatred for the Great Sun Glazed Flame.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Xihe Zi," Yuan Ming said, secretly delighted.

"Enough talk. My mouth is dry from all this chatting. I'll pass you the Dao Treasure Art for the Xihe Stele. Put it away, and then we'll leave." As she spoke, Xihe Zi transmitted a method of refinement into Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness.

This refinement method was not complicated. After studying it briefly, Yuan Ming quickly grasped it.

According to the Dao Treasure Art, every Dao treasure contained a different Great Dao true intent, and thus each required a different Dao Treasure Art. This was vastly different from spirit treasures and magic treasures.

Yuan Ming stepped forward, pressed his hand against the Xihe Stele, and began refining it.

"Refining a Dao treasure is far more difficult than refining a spirit treasure. Take it slowly. As long as you refine a single rune, you'll be able to lift the Xihe Stele. You can slowly continue the rest after we leave here," Xihe Zi said with a yawn.

Yuan Ming did not answer and continued casting his technique.

Xihe Zi stretched lazily, preparing to return to the Xihe Stele for a nap. Then her expression suddenly changed, and disbelief appeared on her face.

As the Artifact Spirit of the Xihe Stele,