No wonder this Wan Chun Ancestor’s power is so formidable; it seems that even at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul level, he is likely among the top cultivators.
"In that case, the opponent must have held back against us," Xu Ping mused to himself.
After exchanging a few more words, Gu Yuntao, with a pale complexion, bid farewell with cupped hands and returned to his own cave to regulate his breathing and heal his wounds.
Although his life wasn’t in danger, the residual power of the Nascent Soul True Monarch’s attack still rampaged within him, and if not expelled quickly, it might leave unhealable internal injuries.
Xu Ping, though unhard, experienced turbulent blood flow from the battle, with more than half of his Mana depleted, causing the luminescence of the Golden Core in his Dantian to dim slightly, necessitating a period of rest and recovery.
...
After True Monarch Wan Chun departed, the na of Yan Ruchen spread like a whirlwind, sweeping across the entire Wind Country with unstoppable force.
In just a few days, it was widely known.
The news had spread through big and small cities, major sects, and even to several neighboring countries.
After all, everyone was well aware of what power and cultivation level True Monarch Wan Chun possessed.
Even among the nearby countries, he was undoubtedly considered a formidable powerhouse.
Yet, Yan Ruchen remained unscathed under two full-strength strikes from him, which was simply unimaginable for defense!
People couldn’t help but compare him to Gu Yuntao: one gravely injured, the other unhard — the difference was starkly clear.
Thus, in the eyes of all Golden Core Cultivators, Yan Zhenren had beco an untouchable figure not to be provoked.
...
Hundred Spirit Mountain.
"What!!"
"Yan, you were unscathed after taking two hits from True Monarch Wan Chun!!"
Upon hearing this news, Miao Jun was stunned on the spot for a long ti.
He knew Yan Ruchen was strong, but wasn’t this a bit too excessive??
This was a genuine Nascent Soul True Monarch!
This revelation shocked him even more than the attack on Celestial Wind Zhenren by the Lake Water Rat.
However, once Miao Jun processed the information, he was filled with elation.
Because he realized that this was a perfect opportunity for him and the entire Purple Mountain Association!
Thus, he hurried off to curry favor with the Lake Water Rat.
...
...
A month later.
In a tranquil cave on Ningyue Mountain.
The surroundings were suffused with faint Spiritual Qi, and the Spirit Crystals embedded in the cave walls emitted a gentle light, illuminating the entire cave brightly.
In the void, seventy-two erald-green magical swords were neatly arranged, like a blooming lotus flower.
Each sword shimred with a ghostly green light, engraved runes flickering intermittently, with spiritual power surging and flowing like a tide.
The Sword Qi was sharp yet restrained, showcasing extraordinary quality.
Xu Ping’s expression was as calm as water, but his eyes were sharp and bright, staring intently at the seventy-two magical swords.
Since True Monarch Wan Chun left, he had devoted himself entirely to preparing to refine the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand into the magical swords.
Now, all the materials were ready, and the Array had been completed, reaching the most critical step.
"Let’s begin!"
Xu Ping took a deep breath, adjusting his energy, spirit, and mind to their peak state.
His hands swiftly ford a Seal Formation, sending one Spell after another from his fingertips, rging into the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
Boom!
As he cast the Spell, the intricately drawn Array on the ground instantly lit up.
A jet of dark blue fla erupted from the center of the Array, roaring like an awakening beast, enveloping all the erald-green magical swords.
The fla’s high temperature distorted the surrounding Spiritual Qi, emitting sizzling sounds.
Xu Ping dared not be complacent and flipped his palm, bringing out a jade box containing the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand.
As he opened the jade box, a layer of golden fine sand was revealed, each grain shimring with a faint golden glow.
Holding his breath and focusing, Xu Ping gently waved his right hand.
In an instant, the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand was drawn, slowly rising from the jade box like a golden dragon, hovering over the dark blue fla.
He channeled his Mana all around, controlling the fla’s temperature and intensity, comncing the gradual infusion of the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand into the magical swords.
As the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand gradually integrated, the seventy-two erald-green magical swords began a wondrous transformation.
Intricate wood-elent spirit patterns slowly surfaced on the sword bodies.
These spirit patterns, as if alive, flowed continuously, glittering with vibrant light, constantly absorbing the essence of the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand.
The aura of the magical swords also elevated step by step, with the sword bodies slightly vibrating and emitting a crisp, lodious hum, as if joyfully welcoming the infusion of newfound strength.
The entire cave’s Spiritual Qi boiled, forming tiny vortices that swirled around the magical swords.
However, the refining process was not entirely smooth.
When the Spirit Pattern Divine Wood Sand reached a critical juncture, the seventy-two magical swords suddenly trembled violently, emitting harsh tallic scraping sounds.
The spirit patterns on the sword bodies also beca chaotic, as if unable to withstand this powerful primal force.
Tiny cracks even began to appear on the surface of the sword bodies, showing signs of collapse.
Facing the violent fluctuations of the magical swords, Xu Ping’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had foreseen this situation.
"Separate!"
He lightly tapped his fingers, and the erald liquid hidden in the depths of the jade box instantly divided into seventy-two crystal-clear droplets.
Each drop contained pure wood-elent essence, with spiritual light circulating.
"Go!"
Xu Ping flicked his fingers, unleashing a thread of golden light.
The seventy-two droplets shot forth as if they had consciousness, tracing beautiful arcs through the void, accurately rging into each trembling magical sword.
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