Fang Wang was immersed in Spirit Molding. Within the Treasure Spirit Space, his sword hilt had already become clear, even its fine patterns fully etched.
At first glance, the hilt was exquisitely crafted, though not stunning enough. To make his sword look distinctive, Fang Wang made the hilt white, as though carved from white jade. Its guard was a pair of dragon claws, and the blade extended from between them.
But for now, he had no intention of creating the blade.
From the outside, the sword hilt above his head had already condensed into form and was madly devouring Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Its grade is very high.
Zhou Xue thought silently. With the Celestial Palace Halberd as precedent, she did not think Fang Wang's second Life-Bound Treasure Spirit would be lacking.
Time continued to pass.
Fang Wang kept pouring his vision for his second Life-Bound Treasure Spirit into it. The sword hilt sensed his intent and began to shine above his head, dazzling even in broad daylight.
About another hour passed. Fang Wang, who had been meditating, slowly rose to his feet. He lifted his right hand and gripped the sword hilt above his head. Spiritual mist swirled around him, and Zhou Xue and Little Purple could not help but look toward his right hand.
Strands of sunlight pierced through the thunderclouds and slanted across the cliff. The sword hilt, untouched by sunlight, gleamed even more brilliantly, like a star in the night sky.
Suddenly!
Fang Wang flicked his wrist, and a burst of white light erupted from between the dragon claws of the guard, scattering the surrounding mist.
Little Purple widened his snake eyes, while Zhou Xue raised her brows slightly.
That white light formed a sword blade, four fingers wide and half a zhang long. Fang