Inside Qingfeng Temple.
Lin Hui examined the newly evolved steel sword in his hand. More precisely, this thing was labeled a Special Synthetic Steel Sword, and this was what the Blood Seal said about it.
Special Synthetic Steel Sword—crafted and refined from special starship materials. Its hardness can withstand conventional interstellar travel without damage. Evolvable branches: 3.
Huh? It could evolve too?
Lin Hui's itchy hand quickly tapped it open for a look.
1—Interstellar War Sword.
2—Sub-Void Blackscale Sword.
3—Primeval Undying Sword.
Fine, fine, fine. Just from the names alone, he could tell these were things he couldn't afford to evolve.
Lin Hui casually opened one, and sure enough, the minimum requirement started at fifty years...
With those fifty years, his cultivation technique would probably have been strengthened to who knew what extent.
Picking up the Ruyi Sword, he gave it a casual swing.
Swish.
The blade lightly passed over the courtyard ground, silently and without the slightest resistance carving a sharp cut into it.
Lin Hui then pointed the sword tip downward at the ground and let it drop with its own weight.
Pfft.
With a soft sound, Ruyi pierced the stone slab with nothing but its own weight, sinking all the way to the middle of the blade before slowly stopping.
A true divine sword indeed! Lin Hui's heart leaped with joy. With this sharpness, coupled with its sturdiness, if he ran into another turtle-shell-like Threefold Grandmaster, one or two strikes might be enough to settle things completely.
The entire Ruyi Sword was still the same as before, able to freely extend and retract. At its shortest, it was one meter long; at its longest, a little over 1.6 meters. The blade was slightly wider than before, and its silver edges carried a faint gray-black tint.
Retracting Ruyi,