Half a month later.
At the entrance to the Alchemy Hut, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, both hands cradling the Sword Box Gourd, his attention wholly absorbed by the changes within.
Through his dharma power senses, he saw that the various materials had already been fused by the sword box into a new substance.
These new materials turned into particles too small for the naked eye to see, stacking bit by bit according to a predetermined structure.
Like a living creature, they slowly grew into a palm-length, flat, jujube-pit-shaped thin blade.
Its surface was cinnabar red, marked with faint feather-like patterns.
Chen Mu watched in amazement. "No wonder it's called Vermilion Feather. This dharma sword looks just like a peculiar crimson flying feather."
Within those special structures lay intricate True Meaning Magic Talismans. They were what granted a magical artifact such wondrous Divine Abilities as flying and armor-piercing.
By comparison, the Wood Spirit Guard he had previously refined was crude as a little toy.
The Gourd Sword Box, which could fix the process of refining a flying sword and carry it out automatically, seemed increasingly precious.
"The Sun Clan really is full of good people."
Chen Mu cheerfully watched the flying sword's sacrificial refinement.
"Another two or three days, and it should be fully formed."
It normally would not have been so fast, but thanks to the abundant dharma power of the Yellow Springs General Outline, along with his enjoyment of the process and his constant cradling of the gourd to refine it, the dharma sword naturally took shape at remarkable speed.
"I need to raise my Cicada Mother-Child Spell proficiency as soon as possible too," Chen Mu silently calculated.
Just as he was pondering his spell cultivation, a familiar buzzing came from the sky. The enormous Cloud