It's just that the Great Elder was out of luck. If there hadn't been the matter of the Zhenluo Alliance gifting the Daoist books, Zhang Yan, having acquired the Dharma Treasure, would have likely already left and would not have lingered here, nor would he have happened to refine the sword ball and coincidentally killed him.
Zhang Yan reached out a hand, calling back the Star Sword Ball. He noticed that it flew to and fro, as swift as light and lightning, even quicker than before, realizing that his effort was not in vain.
At this point, he felt a sudden thrill and flicked his finger on the sword ball. The sound responded, and it split into two streaks of sword light. With another shake, it divided into two more. In this manner, it kept splitting until there were sixteen streaks of sword light before it ceased.
At that moment, Zhang Yan felt an unstoppable urge, sensing that if he continued to stimulate it, it seemed it could further divide.
