Before long, the Purple Domain Space began to shake and collapse. Xu Yi fell out of it, rested briefly, then bathed and changed clothes. Once he had finished his preparations, he began reforging the Bixiu Sword.
He had finally obtained a Heavenly Spirit. There was no reason not to improve the quality of the Bixiu Sword.
Most importantly, he had already mastered the sacrificial refining method. A single Heavenly Spirit could be contained in the most basic one-character slot. Though it was unstable and almost the lowest-grade Green Spirit magic treasure, as long as it bore the word "Green," its power was far beyond that of low-grade magic treasures.
With mounting excitement, Xu Yi soon entered the state of refining a magic treasure. In the blink of an eye, a month passed. Xu Yi finished the sacrificial refining and emerged from seclusion, looking much thinner. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his entire condition was dreadful.
Clearly, Xu Yi's attempt at sacrificial refining had failed.
Over the course of that month, he had entered the Purple Domain Space nine times, each time to extract the Heavenly Spirit from the ruined Bixiu Sword.
All nine attempts had failed.
By rights, failing a dozen or so times while refining a magic treasure of this level was perfectly normal.
But repeated failures had made Xu Yi realize something crucial: he had not failed by chance. Failure was inevitable. In other words, even if he kept trying—fifty times, a hundred times—the final result would still be failure, fifty times, a hundred times over.
It turned out that Xu Yi's failures were not because the corpse flame he had poured into the Bixiu Sword was too weak to withstand the Heavenly Spirit.
Rather, the corpse flame he used to refine the Heavenly Spirit