When the sword tip appeared at the last step, Yang Cheng finally showed a relaxed expression as he looked at the small sword motionless in the air.

Then from the remaining boxes and bottles, he took out a variety of extracted auxiliary materials, put them together, and threw them towards the little sword.

After being contaminated with various substances, the small sword became larger again, but the color did not change.

Seeing that the final procedure was over, Yang Cheng bit the tip of his tongue again and forced out a ball of blood.

Then there was a "pop" sound, the essence and blood was sprayed towards the small sword, and the small sword was wrapped up.

As he spit out this mouthful of blood, Yang Cheng's face immediately turned pale.

Immediately, Yang Cheng's non-stop hands began to roll, hitting the little sword one after another.

As the blood-red sword began to turn slowly, the essence and blood gradually penetrated into the sword body, and the red color began to fade, until it finally returned to its original luster.

Yang Cheng closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness attached to Xiaojian.

He immediately felt a vague connection between himself and Xiaojian, as if Xiaojian was a part of his body.

At this time, Yang Cheng was truly sure that his natal magic weapon, Tiangang Sword Jue, was successfully refined.

Facing the small sword, Yang Cheng opened his mouth slightly.

The small sword trembled slightly and then became smaller again. Then it flew into Yang Cheng's mouth in a flash, and then slowly sank to the Dantian of his lower abdomen, where it began to receive spiritual nourishment.

After doing all this, Yang Cheng seemed to be extremely tired and could no longer hold on anymore.

So he tilted his head, lay down directly in the practice room, and fell asleep.


Chapter completed!