"It truly is Ice Soul Grass. My Soul Force seems to have become even more controllable."
Ye Chen did not dare slack off. He immediately began cultivating the Soul Chasing Sword. The medicinal effect of Ice Soul Grass was limited; one stalk could maintain its effect for roughly a month. During that half-month, the first five days had the strongest effect, the next five days began to weaken, and the final five days were merely the lingering remnants.
Above the Soul Sea, besides the Immortality Sword Soul and the Destruction Sword Soul, a small sword was taking shape—it was the Soul Chasing Sword.
However, the Immortality Sword Soul and Destruction Sword Soul were part of the Soul Sea itself and could not move, like the sun and moon of a living world. The Soul Chasing Sword, on the other hand, was free. With a thought from Ye Chen, it could dart out of the Soul Sea and attack an enemy. Of course, whether it could kill the enemy's soul was another matter entirely.
The current Soul Chasing Sword could not yet be considered a treasured sword, because it had not been sharpened. No matter how good the material, an unsharpened sword would not kill cleanly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Two whetstones formed from Soul Force appeared, continuously grinding against the two edges and tip of the Soul Chasing Sword. With every stroke, the Soul Chasing Sword grew sharper, and an aura of cold light bursting in all directions spread out.
One day in the outside world was one hundred days in the Time Pagoda.
Basically, Ye Chen sharpened the Soul Chasing Sword tens of thousands of times every day. In one hundred days, that meant several million times. One month outside was one hundred months in the Time Pagoda, and Ye