Xu Yi set the Bixiu Sword and the Heavenly Spirits aside, took out a Black Origin Bead, and began refining it.
Earlier, when he had refined that dagger treasure, his Mana Yuan had been completely drained, and a vortex had formed in its wake.
Now that his wealth had grown, anything below a Black Origin Bead no longer caught his eye. He refined one Black Origin Bead, and when it was done, the vortex vanished and his Mana Yuan recovered.
Clutching the Bixiu Sword, Xu Yi cleared his mind of distractions. Before long, he sank into a deep sleep. When he woke, two days had passed.
After a hearty meal, Xu Yi took out a Wish Bead and contacted Yan Zi. He gave her a few instructions, then transferred every Ruyi Pearl in his waist pouch into his Starry Sky Ring.
He planned to go into seclusion. His goal was to refine the Bixiu Sword anew and incorporate Heavenly Spirits into it—not just one, but many.
The whole process was bound to be grueling and complicated. But no matter how hard the road, he would have to walk it.
Seven months passed in a flash. Xu Yi was still in the underground chamber beneath the Elegant Hut. He had grown noticeably thinner, and frost had appeared at his temples.
Xu Yi had been sprawled on the floor, asleep for seven days, with no sign of waking. The Bixiu Sword still lay in his arms, its shape unchanged, but its bearing had transformed. It no longer radiated its former razor-sharp edge and bloodthirsty Killing Intent. Instead, it had become plain and unadorned. At a glance, it resembled a broken branch; up close, a dead tree.
"Phew!"
Suddenly, Xu Yi exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi and sat up. With a slap,