The next day.
Great Qian Capital.
Su Bai's private residence, Cultivation Room.
The room was furnished with utmost simplicity: a meditation cushion, a low table, and an incense burner.
Ordinary calming sandalwood incense burned within the burner, its pale smoke curling upward without anything remarkable about it.
Su Bai sat cross-legged upon the cushion, his eyes half-closed.
Before him, three sword Dao Law Treasures floated silently in the air, arranged in a triangular formation.
Silver-white, crimson-gold, and deep-blue radiance reflected off one another as sword phantoms flowed within.
Each treasure contained a Deity Transformation Sword Cultivator's lifelong sword Dao insights and Law origin. As Su Bai refined them, those contents were stripped away thread by thread, enhancing his [Myriad Transformations Sword Dao].
This was already the third day.
Three days earlier, he had returned from that nameless valley, bringing back these three Law Treasures refined from the three Deity Transformation Elders of the Misty Sword Sect.
Afterward, he had shut himself away and devoted all his efforts to refining and absorbing them.
Su Bai raised his right hand slightly, his palm aimed from afar at the silver-white sword crystal.
This was the first one he had refined, originating from the Elder surnamed Wang with three wisps of long beard. This man's sword Dao followed the path of frost and cold, his Sword Intent icy and chilling as ten thousand years of profound ice.
The silver-white sword crystal dimmed at a visible rate. The countless frost-white sword phantoms sealed within gradually melted away, turning into strands of silver-white light that were absorbed by the origin of the sword dao that Su Bai had comprehended.
About an hour later, the silver-white sword crystal lost all its luster and turned into a handful of fine powder, sifting down from between Su Bai's fingers.