Twenty-five years into refining the treasures:
Ruo Jinghong and the others made a trip to the Third-Layer World and brought him detailed information about it:
[The safe zone you established in White Land is renowned.] [It is safer there than in the Second-Layer World.] [We took a trip around the edge of White Land and discovered that many strange evils had been planted along its borders to keep White Land safe.] [Unfortunately, Golden Cores are everywhere in White Land; once we went in, all we could do was endure the Golden Core Cultivators' disdain.] [Though the Third-Layer World is good, it is not a place where we can spread our wings.]
Wang Quan nodded when he heard this. He said little and simply continued refining the treasures with his head down.
Twenty-eight years into refining the treasures:
Ruo Jinghong and the others thought he would keep refining.
The Officiant and the others thought the same.
So did Ying Jiaren.
Yet on this day, Wang Quan, seated upright atop the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, suddenly rose;
His six hands formed seals simultaneously, and as he recited an incantation, his Yang Spirit also recited it within his inner landscape.
When the incantation ended, his Yang Spirit leaped out of his inner landscape and landed on the Foundation Establishment Dao Platform high in the sky. Then it assumed the Three Heads and Six Arms form and spewed primordial spirit power at the four great Magic Treasures and two great weapons.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Streams of golden light poured out, racing one another into the four great Magic Treasures and two great weapons.
Crack!
The [White Bone Ring], three thousand li across, began shrinking.
The [All-Heavens Banner], thousands of meters tall, also shrank.
The [Twenty-Four Maces] shrank as well.
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