Never mind Mei Niang and the others-even Ruo Jinghong, who had quite a favorable impression of Wang Quan, thought he was boasting.
Even the Officiant, Dream, and the ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had followed Wang Quan all along at the Drowning Dao Lower Court felt that his brain had been damaged by mounting too many things onto it. Once it was repaired, he would stop acting mad and spouting wild claims.
None of them were fools. They all knew that the hardest part of refining a Magic Treasure was not gathering materials or the energy spent on refinement, but-long years.
And that was only for the most ordinary Magic Treasures.
Some special Magic Treasures supposedly needed the passage of time to polish them for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
"By the time the Magic Treasure is finished, our descendants will probably have ground our bones into scraps to use as materials."
None of them saw the mysteries of [Manifest the Four Seasons].
Wang Quan did not mind.
He sat upright atop the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, and every cup of tea's worth of time, he had to spew out ten thousand streams of dharma power to keep [Manifest the Four Seasons] running.
Supported by vast quantities of dharma power, ritual protocols, altars, Dao Seals, and many other accumulated resources, [Manifest the Four Seasons] began operating, with time passing at a ratio of one month to one year.
As the years passed, faint, insignificant traces of time accumulated on the Magic Treasure materials.
The many materials were pieced together, time merged, and the Magic Treasures took shape little by little.
One year...
Through the labor of vast numbers of ghosts, descendants of ghost gods, and spirit monsters, the frameworks of four Magic Treasures and two weapons