Time flew like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, several hours had passed.
The people who had originally been watching Lin Baichuan refine the artifact had already left in twos and threes. Everyone knew that artifact refinement was meticulous work, and it could not possibly take shape in a short time.
At first, they had merely come to watch the excitement. Once time dragged on, they naturally had no desire to wait here for nothing. Most of them returned directly to Mu Qingyun's palace.
By now, only Tang Qingfeng, the employer, along with Mu Qingyun and a handful of others, remained.
Lin Baichuan, who had been hovering in midair all this time, still showed no intention of stopping.
All manner of Hand Seals continued to fly from his hands, as though he did not know fatigue.
From the cauldron before him, waves of intangible Dao Rhyme surged forth like tides, sweeping in every direction and even stirring layer upon layer of ripples.
Mixed within that Dao Rhyme was an astonishingly sharp intent.
It sent chills down one's spine.
In truth, many people had left not only because they had lost interest in watching, but also because that sharp intent made them wary, unwilling to linger for long.
Another hour passed.
When the rising sun had already dipped westward, at the very moment a streak of Zi Xi came from the west.
Lin Baichuan, who had been continuously forming Hand Seals, suddenly stopped. Then, he brought his hands together.
At once, a thunderous boom exploded.
The cauldron before them burst apart with a roar, and a streak of Sword Qi shot into the nine heavens like a long rainbow.
Clang! Clang!
Sharp Sword Qi tore through the firmament.
In an instant, it drew the attention of everyone on the