At once, Xu Yi took out a Black Heavenly Spirit and summoned Corpse Xu Yi. He separated out a strand of corpse aura, and together with the Black Heavenly Spirit, sent it toward Zixiao. Then Corpse Xu Yi released pure corpse fire, enclosing all three in flames.
The tedious refinement began.
This time, aside from the magic treasures belonging to Lu Bu Fan and the other two, Xu Yi extracted the Heavenly Spirits from every magic treasure he had obtained in the battle at Two Forget Peak. Adding those to the more than thirty thousand Heavenly Spirits he had collected before, he had over a hundred thousand in total, which he smelted into thirty-three Black Heavenly Spirits.
After two days and two nights of perseverance, Xu Yi felt as if his soul were about to drift out of his body. At last, the thirty-third Heavenly Spirit completely merged with Zixiao.
The corpse fire died out, and only then did Corpse Xu Yi sink back into Xu Yi's body. Xu Yi's head lolled to one side, and he passed out.
The next morning, Lu Bu Fan was the first to wake. He stared blankly at the sleeping Xu Yi and the divine weapon lying off to one side.
After being refined, Zixiao no longer radiated its surging Thunder True Intent. It had gone dull and lifeless, like a piece of scrap iron.
Yet the longer Lu Bu Fan looked, the more chilled he felt. He was a master artifact refiner, unlike others who judged magic treasures by appearances alone. He could see their essence.
In his eyes, this magic treasure had not only forged its sinews and bones, it had faintly given rise to a soul.
"What... what on earth is going on? Could it be that strange color covering Zixiao?"