Zhang Yu was quite satisfied with this refinement, because it had proceeded in one smooth sweep from beginning to end, without the slightest interruption.
Especially during that final transformation between reality and void—if he had failed to bring the magical instrument back in one go, he would have needed to try opening the gateway between reality and void again, then follow the guidance of its divine qi to retrieve it.
But in that case, because there would have been a period during the process when it had been separated from the Heartlight Seal, it would inevitably have been less than perfect. Flaws would very likely have remained behind. Though it could still be used, it might leave many hidden dangers in the future.
Looking over now, he saw that patch of purple light resting there, and felt as if a piece had been stripped away from heaven and earth.
Moreover, the thing was continuously swelling and spreading outward. In just a short while, the entire Dao palace was bathed in purple radiance.
As he concentrated and examined it closely, he could see countless streams of purple qi constantly colliding within the light. They resembled both currents of air and motes of dust, while also seeming to shift without cease.
At this moment, the purple light seemed to sense his attention. It abruptly contracted from its vast extent into a fist-sized mass, then slowly drifted down before him.
He extended a hand, and the ball of purple light naturally rolled into his palm.
Looking again, it no longer had its former vague, drifting appearance, like boundless mist. Instead, it resembled a flawless, perfectly round purple jade pellet. He could also sense that, as time passed, it was gradually becoming heavier, as though it were changing at every moment.
These changes in