In the blink of an eye, nearly six hours had passed.
Chu Feng had been sitting still with his eyes closed inside the Monument Tower, focusing solely on refining the Sword Qi within his body.
It was like forging refined iron, heating it until red-hot and then hammering it out thin, folding it over and heating it again for more hammering.
This process was repeated over and over until after many iterations, almost no impurities remained, making it comparable to hundred-refined steel.
The Sword Qi in Chu Feng's body had essentially gone through a similar process.
Of course, as of now, all he had done was refine all the Sword Qi in his body once. Faintly, there was a wisp of pure energy swirling above his head.
Just as he was preparing to refine it a second time, an overpowering force of suction moved him from the Third Level to the First Level.
He only felt a blur before his eyes, and he had already been transported elsewhere.
The particularly comfortable environment was no more.
