Wisps of magical power rolled from his palm toward the Panqing Stone, wrapping around it layer by layer.
For several days, the Panqing Stone remained utterly unmoving, but Xiaotian did not grow discouraged. He continued to persist until, at last, this stone as hard as gold and rock finally showed the slightest loosening, and a thread of magical power drilled into its interior.
A flash of delight crossed Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but he soon turned serious again. What lay before him was merely the beginning. Success was still a considerable distance away.
Still, now that he had pried open the slightest crack, there was finally much more hope. Soon, a wisp of spiritfire emerged from each of Lu Xiaotian's palms. One on the left and one on the right, the spiritfire was compressed by his divine sense into two thin lines that spread along the crack through which the Panqing Stone absorbed magical power.
The fiery lines formed from Fanluo Spiritfire drilled into the crack and continued deeper. The entire process was tedious and dry, an extremely harsh test of both magical power and perseverance. The exhaustion of his divine sense was especially severe. Even with Lu Xiaotian's exceptionally powerful Primordial Spirit, he nearly failed to hold on.
Fortunately, after Lu Xiaotian repeatedly refined it, the Panqing Stone finally shed its outer shell.
Lu Xiaotian had just breathed a sigh of relief when his expression suddenly changed. Under his refinement, the Panqing Stone had already become a mass of liquid. The Fanluo Spiritfire that had originally surged from his palm suddenly rushed madly toward the liquefied Panqing Stone as though it had gone out of control, and even Lu Xiaotian could not restrain it.
Even the Fanluo Spiritfire within the Demon-Suppressing Tower surged violently at that moment.
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