After spending an entire night, until the first ray of light emerged on the horizon, the broken sword finally underwent a transformation.
At this moment, in the forging field, other participants had already completed the basic material refining.
Under the pale gray fire's roasting, the Nine Dragon Chant's sword body trembled, the broken sword resembling watered-down mud.
The sword's body, initially indestructible, became incredibly soft, gradually separating into four droplets of varying colors and sizes.
The ruby-like crimson is the essence of Ancient Dragon Blood, the multi-color gleaming diamond-like are the Phoenix Tail Feather Light, pearl-like are the Red Nine-leaf Grass Marrow, and the silver-white is the Meteor Iron Liquid.
Ye Lingyue's tense face throughout the night finally showed a smile.
Her beautiful eyes swiftly moved across the four droplets, and upon inspection, she found that Ye Wuming had no issues in either proportion or purification back then.
