Three months later.
Inside the cultivation chamber.
Chen Lin and Huangfu Qingrou sat pressed close together, both looking utterly exhausted.
Yet the delight on Chen Lin's face was unmistakable.
"All right, let's stop here. These three months have worn you out too. Go get some rest!"
Chen Lin spoke to Huangfu Qingrou beside him.
They were so close not because they had done anything improper, but because it made transferring the golden light orb easier.
The refinement of Xiao Luo's origin light particles had grown slower and slower. Over these three months, they had worked almost without sleep or rest, yet had refined barely half of them.
They stopped because the Thunder God Sword had already "eaten its fill."
By now, the refinement had slowed to the point that a single light particle took several days, and it was still getting slower. Even if the sword could continue devouring them, refining all the particles would take at least several decades, perhaps a century.
He still had many things to do and could not delay any longer. Its current state would suffice.
After Huangfu Qingrou left, Chen Lin willed a wisp of innate power to coil around his palm.
Feeling that familiar energy, he gave a satisfied smile.
During the days without innate power, he had always felt as though something were missing, and certain things had been very inconvenient.
Now, not only had the Thunder God Sword been activated, but its innate power surpassed what it had possessed before. That meant the sword had grown stronger.
In other words, the Thunder God Sword had successfully advanced.
But before long, Chen Lin's smile faded again.
Although the Thunder God Sword had recovered, he could not sense Grass's presence within it, and his heart sank.
If his earlier conjecture was correct, and