The time needed to reshape the sections of Silver-Leaf Buddhist Paulownia wood was naturally reduced considerably as well, shortening far more than he had anticipated before.
His main Primordial Spirit remained responsible for keeping watch as usual. When the four pieces had been reshaped into identical silver-gray paulownia logs floating before him, Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, but his gaze also grew solemn. During the first dozen years, he had been condensing the *-shaped seals and Sanskrit characters rather slowly. It was only a little over three years ago that he had grasped the deeper intricacies within them, causing his speed to increase greatly. The work of these three years had been worth no less than fifteen years before. With his speed soaring, Lu Xiaotian had also reshaped enough Silver-Leaf Buddhist Paulownia ahead of schedule. There was now enough to refine a Demon-Suppressing Tower.
At this thought, Lu Xiaotian's expression showed some excitement, though a trace of solemnity remained within it. Compared with what came before, the refining that followed would be even more difficult.
He swallowed another deep-blue, almost cyan Cold Dew Pill. It was one of the supreme-grade Cold Dew Pills Lu Xiaotian had refined himself, capable of sustaining him for a great deal of time within this Fire-Sealing Spirit Formation.
Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged atop the azure lotus platform, his expression solemn and his lips slightly closed. Yet his abdomen had already begun to move faintly, and the vibration then traveled continuously up to his throat. Miu ma om ni mi ba.
His lips were not producing the sound. Instead, he used the magical power within his dantian to vibrate his abdominal cavity. A vast surge of magical power rippled outward from within, carrying obscure and profound Sanskrit mantras that linked together into waves of