The Spirit Gold Qi outside finally stopped swirling chaotically.
For one thing, Wang Wu's tempering of a Heavenly Sixth-grade Destined Demonic Weapon had truly consumed a great deal of Spirit Gold Qi.
For another, as time passed, this chaotic Spirit Gold Qi would gradually settle down on its own.
The final reason was that the black iron blocks Wang Wu had brought along had absorbed a massive amount of Spirit Gold Qi. The price was that they had all fused together and could no longer be moved. Any attempt to cut them apart would trigger an even larger-scale frenzy of Spirit Gold Qi.
So there was simply no possibility of trapping him here forever.
"Senior? Senior?"
Wang Wu called out several times, but the Peacock Emperor remained silent and did not respond.
It was rather strange. It seemed to be trying to stop him from tempering a Heavenly Fifth-grade Destined Demonic Weapon.
"Having two Heavenly Sixth-grade Destined Demonic Weapons seems pretty good too." Wang Wu was not overly greedy. As long as he searched diligently, finding the secret to tempering a Heavenly Fifth-grade Destined Demonic Weapon would not be a problem.
So now, should he leave?
Or should he try to subdue that mass of Yin Fire?
Or should he raise his cultivation by another realm and accumulate his lifespan to five thousand years?
Wang Wu stood there in contemplation. Suddenly, he made a grasping motion with his right hand and actually pulled a tiny fish, barely an inch long and lively as could be, from the void before him.
But this was actually the Destined Flying Sword of Lu Wuchen's unnamed disciple—a Heavenly Ninth-grade Destined Flying Sword.
Wang Wu's thinking was simple. Since a thief never left empty-handed, and since he was already here, he would refine this Destined