His consciousness sank into the Sword Tomb Space.
The massive, hazy gray sphere still floated there silently, but at its center, the [Guiyuan Sword Pool] was churning with an unprecedented tide of activity.
Han Feng's form materialized at the edge of the Sword Pool.
He looked down to see the once-clear water of the pool now mingled with large quantities of a black, flowing substance and specks of emerald light.
It was the [Material Source Material] and [Life Essence] accumulated from slaying the "Rot Body Buddha" and the series of battles that followed.
A Flying Sword, as black as ink but with a glint like a cold star on its edge, floated silently within the torrent of black Material Source Material.
His Lifebound Flying Sword, Broken Star.
In the time Han Feng had left it unattended, the sword had been like a fox in the henhouse, frantically devouring the surrounding essence.
Han Feng beckoned with a single hand.
VMM!
