In the days that followed, aside from his usual cultivation, Fang Xiao also took on a new task.
He began deducing that Spirit Wine Recipe, hoping to complete it.
Of course, even if he truly managed to restore this Spirit Wine perfectly, he would not hand it over to Yun Tiancheng.
The importance of this to someone about to establish their Dao Veins went without saying.
If he truly handed it over, he would undoubtedly enter the sight of the True Martial Heavenly Sect's upper echelons. That would only bring endless trouble.
At most, he would produce a defective version with merely ten or twenty percent of the original's effects and give it to Yun Tiancheng to stall for time.
If possible, Fang Xiao hoped even more that he could further optimize and improve this Spirit Wine Recipe upon the foundation of its original complete form.
After all, no one knew his own situation better than he did.
An ordinary peak Void Refining cultivator possessed only eighty-one Dao Track Projections. Yet when Fang Xiao had been at the pinnacle of mid Void Refining, the number of Primordial Chaos Sword Dao Tracks he possessed had likely been no fewer than that.
When he established his Dao Veins in the future, the difficulty would surely reach an unimaginable level, and failure would inevitably bring even graver injuries.
Therefore, he had to succeed in one attempt. He absolutely could not fail.
Cultivation knew no years, and twenty years passed in the blink of an eye.
Two hundred years had passed within the Small World.
At this moment, in the Earth Immortal Realm, the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate stood towering against the heavens, his palms facing one another before his chest as though something invisible lay between them.
As time passed, the Primordial