As Formation Patterns were inscribed onto the Flying Sword Artifact Blank one after another, threads of wind-attribute power began to coil around the blade.
Gradually.
More and more wind-attribute power swirled around the sword body, slowly beginning to affect the inscription of the Formation Patterns.
Having refined a first-grade superior Flying Sword before, Chen Daoxuan knew clearly that the success or failure of this refinement hinged on this very moment.
He held his breath and focused his mind, his thoughts united as one.
Unaffected in the slightest by the wind-attribute power coiling around the blade, he controlled his true qi with his Divine Sense and inscribed Formation Patterns onto the sword body one after another.
The Formation Patterns appeared upon the blade, then swiftly sank into it, merging as one with the Artifact Blank.
One, two, three.
As the Formation Pattern layers continued to stack, a faint sheen of sweat began to appear on Chen Daoxuan's forehead.
This was a sign of the tremendous depletion of his Divine Sense and true qi.
Clearly.
Even with the Spirit-Melding Furnace's assistance, refining a first-grade superior Flying Sword still took no small toll on him.
One could well imagine how fortunate it had been for him to refine the Flying Snow Sword back then.
Six, seven, eight.
At last.
The wind-attribute power around the blade had become almost tangible, intertwining with its Spiritual Aura until the two were indistinguishable.
At this moment.
Chen Daoxuan had two choices. One was to stop inscribing Formation Patterns.
If he chose that, he would obtain a first-grade superior Flying Sword slightly inferior to the Flying Snow Sword.
The second was to continue inscribing Formation Patterns.
For Chen Daoxuan, giving up was plainly impossible.
He had managed to refine the Flying Snow Sword back when he was only