The Celestial Thunder faded. Where it had struck, a pile of Thunder Crystal Fragments rustled down, leaving a ball of purple light hovering in mid-air.
Bai Zichen beckoned, and the purple light shot over, landing obediently in his hand and transforming into a three-foot-long Flying Sword.
Its body was deep purple bamboo, mottled with Thunder Marks, and it felt like rough, molten rock to the touch.
Because he had personally forged it, he felt a spiritual connection to the sword even without undergoing the formal Refinement process. It felt like an extension of his own arm.
'This is the first Tier Three Flying Sword I've forged with my own hands. With such a good start, how could I worry about not having a steady supply of Tier Three Flying Swords in the future...'
Back in the day, the Fish Dragon Sect had managed to equip every Main Vein Core Formation True Man with a Thunder Sound Sword.
