Chapter 93: Evolution of the Spiritual Treasure
At this moment, Zhao Zhuo's attention was fully focused on the nine congenital spiritual materials in front of him. These spiritual materials were not easy to encounter, and each one required a great deal of luck. Therefore, Zhao Zhuo did not dare to be negligent at all. If he failed to refine them, he would destroy these treasures, and Zhao Zhuo was afraid that he would be heartbroken to death.
Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Zhao Zhuo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his heart began to beat violently. If it were an ordinary person, they would have likely died from the immense pressure on their heart, but Zhao Zhuo's cultivation had reached the High Stage of the Dharma Body, and his body was constantly being tempered by the primordial energy, making him as strong as refined steel.
His complexion was slightly flushed with a hint of red, and only then did Zhao Zhuo's chest begin to glow with a faint white light. Seeing this, Bai Jingyu was stunned for a moment, her face revealing a look of surprise. If she wasn't afraid of disturbing Zhao Zhuo, she might have already exclaimed out loud.
But in his heart, he was filled with shock and amazement.
"It's actually the Heart Fire, the legendary divine method of ancient times for refining treasures, using the Heart Fire to smelt and refine them, which is why countless spiritual treasures have been passed down"
Zhao Zhuo inherited the most authentic ancient cultivation method, and the equipment refining method he knew was naturally the purest ancient secret technique. To refine spiritual treasures, one must condense heart fire, which is far from comparable to the popularized dan fire.
A blazing flame hovered before Zhao Zhuo, a bright white light that seemed like just a simple beam of light, but its powerful smelting ability was enough to make people take notice.
The nine innate spiritual materials placed in front of him flew out one by one, gradually melting into a liquid from the heart fire between them. Since they were all innate spiritual materials, there was no impurity present. Refining with heart fire simply meant liquefying them to facilitate mutual fusion.
Even if it's just the step of smelting and liquefaction, Zhao Zhuo spent nearly half a year on it, which can be said to be a cultivation without years.
Looking at the nine clusters of colorful lights in front of him, Zhao Zhuo's eyes sparkled with sharp light, and he suddenly gritted his teeth. With a movement of his mind, the nine clusters shot towards the heart fire.
The unchanged heart fire was still just a ball of white light, but when the nine balls flew into it, a strange scene occurred. The white light suddenly surged violently, as if it had been poured with oil and water, and even emitted a humming sound. The nine balls slowly merged together, and by the time all the strange phenomena disappeared, only a fist-sized pale purple ball appeared before him.
Eyes shining with joy, at this moment, the distance to refine the Nine Sons Ghost Mother Yin Yang Sword is one step closer. With both hands pinching the spiritual incantation, a mysterious symbol that Zhao Shuo can cast but doesn't quite understand appears out of thin air and is thrown into the eyes of **.
It's been half a month since this batch was fully completed. Anyway, when the law is insufficient, there is Beiming to provide the law, and Zhao Zhuo himself doesn't know how many mysterious symbols he has entered into which group.
It was originally just a faint purple **, but now it has undergone tremendous changes. Countless mysterious symbols that are invisible to the naked eye are circulating in it, following a mysterious trajectory, twinkling like a starry sky.
With a deep breath, Zhao Zhuo suddenly shouted: "Heaven and earth create, yin and yang separate and merge, follow my spiritual heart, gather spirit and condense form"
"Ding Ding"
A crisp and pleasant sound filled the air, as a cluster of nine delicate small swords, each about the size of a palm, appeared before him. On each sword, various mysterious symbols flickered in and out of sight. The nine small swords converged together, forming a majestic purple-blue ancient sword that hovered before him, its hilt adorned with a bright moon and a radiant sun, both vividly lifelike.
Nine small swords perfectly combined to form the complete Nine Sons Ghost Mother Yin Yang Sword. If you don't know the inside story, probably no one would think that this sword is composed of nine swords.
Endless admiration and fondness gently stroked the ancient sword, as if caressing a lover's delicate skin. At this moment, Zhao Zhuo looked haggard beyond compare, yet his eyes shone with extraordinary spirit.
Bai Jing looked at the unremarkable ancient sword with interest, a look of surprise in his eyes as he asked, "Is it done?"
"Hum!"
The ancient sword suddenly held in Zhao Zhuo's hand emitted a humming noise, and before he could react, his palm felt a slight pain, and a strand of essence blood disappeared. At the same time, Bai Jingjing only felt a strand of sword light rushing towards her, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, feeling a thread of pain in her palm, and a strand of essence blood also flowed out.
The ancient sword, which had absorbed the essence of two people, stood still in mid-air. In an instant, it transformed into nine swords, and a series of clanging sounds echoed through the air. The sword energy was chaotic and sharp beyond compare, yet it was perfectly controlled within a range of less than one meter in diameter.
When the nine small swords reunited as the ancient sword, Zhao Zhuo grasped the ancient sword with joy and surprise, his face revealing an inexplicable expression.
Mysteriously stabbed with a sword, Bai Jingjing was curious about what kind of treasure sword he had refined.
Seeing Zhao's excited look, Bai Jing said: "So happy?"
"Haha, how can I not be excited? You don't know that the Jiu Zi Gui Mu's Yin Yang Sword was just a low-grade spiritual treasure before, but now it's actually a mid-grade spiritual treasure. This is a treasure that can evolve!"
"What? You're saying this is an evolving spiritual treasure?"
Bai Jingjing was shocked, her face pale as she stared at Zhao Zhu and the Jiu Zi Gui Mu Yin Yang Sword that he held in his arms like a treasured baby.
Zhao Duo nodded heavily and said, "That's right. Even I didn't think that I could refine such a high-grade magic treasure. Just now it was just the treasure having spirit, automatically offering sacrifices to the sword."
"Fortunately, this treasure didn't kill us both, or else our souls would have been taken by it."
Zhao Duo awkwardly smiled and said: "I didn't expect this treasure to be so spiritual, but no matter what, it's still a treasure I refined, how could it turn against its master?"
After seeing the Nine Sons Ghost Mother Yin Yang Sword, which had lost its luster and looked extremely ordinary, Bai Jing said with a sigh: "Anyway, this treasure of yours has an evil aura about it. Apart from you, others really can't control it."
"Hmph, anyway I refined it for myself, whether others can use it or not is none of my business"
Bai Jing thought for a moment, what Zhao Zhuang said also made sense. After all, the magic treasure he refined himself was the most suitable for him. Of course, those innate treasures that were born with could be excluded, anyone can use them, it just depends on whether there is such an opportunity or not.
Standing up, Zhao Zhuo stretched his body, and the mist formed by the surrounding yuanqi fluctuated with Zhao Zhuo's movements.
Their mind expanded, and soon they found the traces of Jing Qingyi, Jing Buxiao, and Jing Buwang. With a slight movement in their heart, the three people who were cultivating did not notice that their location had changed.
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