Zhang Yang's current condition was extremely strange. His body was gone, leaving behind only a portion of his vital essence.
If he had not cultivated spirit cultivation, allowing him to escape the shackles of the flesh and form his own Spirit Domain, his earlier suicide would have been a true suicide.
Even so, he was in a sorry state. No one wanted to become a sword, not even a sword cultivator.
Therefore, reconstructing his body was imperative.
There was no need to worry about the situation outside the Sword Valley. Zhang Yang was inside the Sword Valley, relying on his Spirit Domain and using that Sword Master's body as a foundation to slowly condense the dense radiation sword qi. At the very center of the sword qi was the vital essence he had left.
This was destined to be a long process.
Fortunately, the Nascent Soul-grade spirit vein he carried with him was still there. Every day, one unit of Nascent Soul-grade Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was completely absorbed and infused into it.
After an entire month, Zhang Yang's vital essence had become incomparably pure. At this point, he had two choices. One was to directly condense a physical body, just like an ordinary person. This was not difficult, because his soul was intact and he still had his natal vital essence. As long as he had enough Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, reconstructing his body would be easy—and it would have the fewest hidden consequences.
Of course, this meant starting from scratch. At first, he would not even be able to control his body and would have to slowly become familiar with it and master it like an infant. Thus, if Zhang Yang wanted to return to his former strength, several decades would not be enough.
And time