The Immortal Sword she had personally forged filled her with a sense of accomplishment. Bai Yujun felt like she could do anything again.
After fooling around for a while, she returned to the immortal palace, activated the formation, and lit the Eight Trigrams Furnace. She did not wake Fat Tiger, who was snoring soundly. This time, the divine fire in the furnace was more than enough.
She hauled things out of a sack and set up piles throughout the hall: heaps of immortal wood, old bark that had fallen from Mu and been picked up by her, Branches and Leaves from the Marriage Tree in the Hall of the Matchmaker God, immortal herbs that had grown during Heaven's lockdown, vines gathered while exploring the Kunlun Ruins, immortal lotus roots dug up from Jade Pool, one of her own dragon scales, Immortal Bamboo secretly felled from the Back Mountain behind Bamboo Spring Temple, and much more. She added them to the furnace in order, dividing them into two batches for smelting—one to strengthen the umbrella canopy, the other for its ribs.
She took out the white paper umbrella she had not used in a long time.
The paper umbrella she had forged in her early years contained her comprehension of the Great Dao, and its power was unfathomably mysterious. Yet as her cultivation rose, it had gradually become unable to withstand battles at higher levels. Most of the time, it served only as decoration. This was the perfect chance to reforge it and raise its grade. A dignified Half a Step Hun Yuan quasi-Saint had to carry a few more treasures to uphold appearances.
The furnace fire boiled, and Bai Yujun sat idly in a daze.
She quietly waited for the immortal herbs, immortal wood, and other materials to melt into