The seven Misty Flying Swords separately sank into the grooves. Each one then seemed to grow a tree root inside its groove. The seven roots converged toward Lu Xiaotian's chest, twisting together to form an inexplicable vortex.
The seven Misty Flying Swords flashed with spiritual light inside their original grooves. Their radiance intermingled with the azure glow of the Five-Element Magnetism Golden Armor. Under the influence of that azure glow, the surfaces of the swords in the grooves began to ripple faintly.
The ripples grew denser and denser. In the end, the swords gradually blurred, becoming like pools of liquid inside the grooves.
The swords in all seven grooves underwent the same change. The seven masses of liquid followed the seven roots toward Lu Xiaotian's chest, finally twisting together.
Then the roots gathered at his chest sprouted even more roots, spreading across the entirety of the Five-Element Magnetism Golden Armor. As they lengthened, the area over his chest gradually returned to calm. The seven grooves also vanished without a trace.
"Has it fused?" The Ten Fusion-Soul Blood-Winged Qilin inside him was still condensing, but the fusion of the swords and the Five-Element Magnetism Golden Armor had already taken the lead.
Lu Xiaotian still could not be completely certain. With a thought, his spiritual sense stirred, and his magical power surged outward. Five wondrous illusionary gates appeared in the void. A phantom-spirit clone walked out of each gate. After years of refinement by Lu Xiaotian, these phantom-spirit clones had already become quite powerful. The fusion of the treasures did not produce any particularly obvious increase in their direct combat strength, but all five phantom-spirit clones could now enter and leave the wondrous illusionary gates with ease.
With a thought, Lu Xiaotian's true body also transformed into a streak of light and