Ten days later.
In the misty Refinement Room, Wang Chen sat with his eyes closed in front of the Creation Cauldron, looking extremely haggard.
For the past half month, he had not left the Refinement Room at all.
He had been sitting on the Earth Origin Meditation Mat, guarding the Creation Cauldron, forging the Qijue Swords.
Although he had prepared thoroughly in advance, reality proved that Wang Chen had underestimated the difficulty of refining the seven swords in one cauldron.
But Wang Chen persevered.
By this time, the Flying Swords in the cauldron were only one step away from completion, yet his Pill Force, Mana, and even physical strength were all exhausted, sustained solely by his strong will.
Even the Spiritual Power stored in the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net had been completely squandered by Wang Chen!
Starting from yesterday, he relied solely on smashing Spirit Stones to ensure the vigorous fire of the cauldron, preventing failure at the last moment.
Hum~
