It was not until more than half a shichen had passed that the Void where Lu Ye stood was filled everywhere with spatial threads. He was covered in blood and completely naked; even the Crag Mountain Saber had been stowed away in the Little Flower Realm.
It was not that he wanted to be naked. The main problem was that he could not block the incoming spatial threads, and the clothes on his body had long since been sliced to pieces.
Fortunately, he was alone here, so no one would see anything.
The Power of Space in every wound was swiftly refined and absorbed, and the wounds healed rapidly. As long as such flesh wounds were not disturbed by external forces, they could recover in the blink of an eye.
This continued without pause.
Within the Source Spirit Aperture, the Space Dao Seed grew increasingly solid and stable. It could be said that in this short span of time, Lu Ye had traveled a road that would take other Phoenix Race External Officials many years to traverse.
One day, two days, three days...
All those spatial threads suddenly vanished.
Lu Ye raised a brow, guessing that he had passed the second trial. He was rather looking forward to seeing what the third trial would be like.
From the earlier comparison, it was clear that while cultivating the Space Dao Seed here, the Power of Space imposed upon one would grow ever stronger. Once the speed of refinement could not keep up, it would be impossible to continue.
Lu Ye felt that there was no problem on his end. The Talent Tree refined things very quickly, and the second trial was already somewhat unable to meet his needs.
A few breaths later, a transparent blade suddenly appeared out of thin air.