Xingyan Continent, Sword Soul Sect.
Before the enormous cross-realm Great Array, Jian Shan paced anxiously, repeatedly hammering his fist into his palm as his gaze kept sweeping toward the array.
News from Ten Thousand Star Mountain arrived without pause every day, yet with every report he received, his heart sank further and his anxiety deepened.
Fang Mo's artifact-refining speed had surpassed his imagination. He refined five Spiritual Treasures in a single day, one of them even a high-grade treasure.
After that, every two days, he refined artifacts in succession again.
He refined one high-grade treasure in the morning, then three more high-grade treasures one after another in the afternoon.
Those were high-grade treasures—not low-grade ones, much less mid-grade ones—yet he refined them as if they were cabbages.
What terrified him even more was that the sects that had previously been watching and waiting made their moves at once. Several sects sent over Spiritual Treasures that very day.
And yesterday, even more unsettling news had arrived.
The Spiritual Treasure exchange had made things convenient for the people. In one day, nine Spiritual Treasures had been submitted, but only three had passed; the rest had actually been rejected.
What made him even more uneasy was that, even now, two Spiritual Treasure slots remained vacant.
Today was the final day. If someone's Spiritual Treasure passed today, then even if they retrieved theirs, it would probably be too late.
"Why haven't they returned yet? There's almost no time left!"
He stared at the Great Array, his eyes full of anxiety. The Sect Master had gone personally, but activating the array took time, and opening the treasure vault took time.
He truly did not know whether the Sect Master could make it back in time.
If they were late and the Sword Soul Sect failed