Time flows silently like sand through fingers.
In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.
Within the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son, seventy-two hundred years have gone by…
In the valley, before Su Han, there are some liquids filled with peculiar scents.
These are the liquids formed from refining Immortal Artifact materials!
"Everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind..."
Su Han took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed the Eighth Level Blood Crystal beside him.
With a wave of his palm, he directly tossed the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade into those Spiritual Liquids.
At the same time, that Eighth Level Blood Crystal, without any hesitation, entered the Spiritual Liquids along with the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade.
"Sizzling..."
Under extremely high temperatures, sizzling sounds were emitted, accompanied by countless white vapors.
Visible to the naked eye, the blade of Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade was gradually melting, merging with those liquids.
