The road to seeking the demonic, a vast night filled the sky (6k, 55 ten-thousand-word updates)

"Hiss..."

Letting a faint breath slip between his lips, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes. His golden sword pupils held not a trace of emotion.

The skeletal Dharma Body slowly raised its head.

Before Song Yan could examine it closely, however, the Sword Qi and Spiritual Power within him ran dry, and an overwhelming sense of emptiness and exhaustion surged in from every direction.

He casually dispersed the Dharma Body.

Void Spirit Bone Molding truly consumed far too much.

Now that it was complete, however, the consumption would be greatly reduced when he manifested this Dharma Body in the future.

Looking back, he did not know why, but the moment this stage of Void Spirit Bone Molding was finally complete, he had inexplicably entered a state of emotionless indifference.

It was as though something had detached itself from his body and was regarding this world with a scrutinizing gaze.

So this was a Dharma Body.

Though its consumption was immense, he could indeed feel its might, which could not be faced head-on.

Song Yan's thoughts began to stir.

The bones of this Dharma Body originally required relatively stable Spiritual Power to shape, but he had now verified that his Sword Qi could replace Spiritual Power.

Then what about Sword Essence?

Now that the bones had been formed, he could try incorporating Sword Essence into them whenever he had time.

The old saying that cultivation knew no passage of years was truly no idle remark.

Never mind proper Qi Refining-even casually studying a few secret techniques and Method Formulas could make time slip away before one noticed.

Sheng Nian had initially said to wait a few days, but half a month had actually passed.

That day, Song Yan was sitting cross-legged in the mountains, the Unmoored Boat laid across his knees