Han Li's palm gently stretched forward, and the piece of Nephrite Cloud Stone in his palm slowly flew into the silver flame under the guidance of a Celestial Spiritual Power.
The silver flame jumped a few times, wrapped the fist-sized white stone in it, and slowly burned.
However, as time went by, the white stone remained in its original state without any change.
Han Li's face remained unchanged. He made a gesture with one hand, and there was a sound of chanting in his mouth.
Around the black stone fire pit, there was suddenly a circle of red light. A series of ancient runes appeared, jumping up and down.
After the runes lit up, the silver flame in the fire pit suddenly rose. The silver light was covered with a layer of red light. The change in its firepower was not obvious, but there was a strange fluctuation in it.
With the appearance of this fluctuation, the Nephrite Cloud Stone finally changed a little.
After a burst of sizzling sound, it finally melted in the silver flame. Drops of waxy milky white liquid flowed out of it, floating in the flame.
An extremely rich sandalwood scent immediately filled the entire secret room.
Seeing this, Han Li retracted his palm. The Nephrite Cloud Stone, which had completely melted into liquid, immediately flew out of the flame under the guidance of his Celestial Spiritual Power.
His other hand reached out, holding a black stone bottle covered with fiery red patterns, and he poured the Nephrite Cloud Stone liquid into it.
The milky white stone liquid flowed into the mouth of the bottle, and a circle of runes immediately lit up on the stone bottle. The whole bottle became like a red-hot iron block, extremely hot.
Han Li's hand was covered with a layer of green light. After sealing the bottle, he put it on the stone table beside him.
Then, he waved his palm again, and a piece of Nephrite Cloud Stone floated up and fell above the fire pit.
This time, he didn't make a gesture to activate the array on the fire pit. Instead, he turned to a half-foot high stone platform in the middle of the cave, sat down cross-legged, and let the silver flame of the Refined Flame Firebird melt this piece of Nephrite Cloud Stone.
Under the roasting of the raging flames, the petal-shaped patterns on the surface of the refined gold shone with a golden radiance, contrasting with the silver flames. However, it did not seem like it was going to melt at all.
Han Li only glanced at it before closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, no longer looking at it.
After seven days and seven nights.
In the fire pit, the silver flame was still burning fiercely. The seemingly indestructible pure gold had completely turned into a crimson color. It was like a piece of melting ice, with drops of golden liquid dripping down.
Below it, there was a black stone bottle that was twice the size of the previous one, and it was collecting the golden liquid drop by drop.
After an entire day, the Rippling Essence Gold was completely melted.
Han Li opened his eyes, walked forward, and put away the black stone vase. Then, he took a piece of Huwan Refined Gold and threw it into the fire pit …
Three months later.
In the cave, Han Li stood beside the fire pit, holding an animal skin book in one hand. He frowned slightly as he read it attentively, his other hand gesturing back and forth in the void.
On the stone platform beside him, thousands of yellow pages were piled up in a messy manner. Each page was drawn with a very strange and twisted pattern.
The lower the page was, the thicker and more messy the pattern was. The closer the page was to the top, the thinner the line was, and the more dexterous it looked.
The four pieces of paper placed on the topmost pages were already very fine lines drawn on them. They looked like four large round flowers, very exquisite.
On the top left corner of the stone platform, there was only an empty space. There were a dozen gooseneck bottles of different sizes and materials, containing all the spiritual liquids needed for sword refining.
During this period of time, besides refining various kinds of spiritual liquids, Han Li spent most of his time studying the Smelting Gold Sword Refining Art recorded in the animal skin book, and practicing drawing the talisman patterns recorded in the book on the paper.
Although he had drawn thousands of times, he was still not satisfied with the talisman patterns he could draw. He always felt that the talisman patterns he had drawn were lacking in some areas, so he had not started to refine it.
After a while, there was a "pa" sound.
Han Li closed the book and closed his eyes, as if he was lost in thought. He stood motionless in the same place, but his right hand's middle finger and index finger were together, drawing a small range at the side of his body, as if he was practicing drawing talisman in the void.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he was suddenly enlightened. He turned around and walked quickly to the fire pit.
He put his two fingers together, and the golden light on his palm shone brightly. Layers of golden scales turned up and covered his two fingers.
He bent down and half squatted beside the fire pit. His two fingers went down, and directly inserted into the rock on the left side of the fire pit.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, and his mind felt the spirit contained in the talisman patterns. Fairy spiritual power flowed out of his fingers, and he began to draw on the rock.
At the beginning, the movement speed of his fingers was extremely slow, and he was only able to move an inch or so after a long while. But as time went on, his speed gradually became faster, and in the end, his strokes moved like dragons and snakes, and he actually completely inscribed an entire talisman marking like flowing water.
Its shape was exactly the same as the pattern drawn on one of the four pieces of paper, but it was magnified several times. It extended from the stone platform all the way down, and more than half of it was engraved on the ground.
After finishing the first pattern, Han Li stopped for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. He came to the right side of the fire pit and continued to draw with concentration …
A long while later, Han Li stood up and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that the formation diagrams around the fire pit had already been carved. Although they were in different positions, they were connected to each other. They appeared to be a cohesive whole and brimmed with spiritual intent.
He nodded with satisfaction. He rubbed his hands in front of his body, and the Refined Flame Firebird flashed out of his body and flew into the fire pit. It turned into a silver flame and burned fiercely.
As the silver flame lit up, the whole cave began to heat up.
Han Li waved his hand, and a series of green light rustled out. After circling in the air, the green light faded away, revealing 72 Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords. They were neatly suspended in front of him, and the body of the swords was shining with green light, making a series of trembling sounds.
"Go!"
Han Li opened his mouth and shouted. He waved his sleeves.
All the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords immediately retreated into the fire pit behind them.
A sharp whistling sound came from the silver flame, and the raging silver flame suddenly surged out, instantly drowning the 72 Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords.
Han Li then sat down cross-legged. He pinched two fingers to make a strange incantation gesture, and began to silently chant.
As the chanting continued, the patterns engraved around the fire pit suddenly emitted a series of buzzing sounds. Four thick golden beams of light shot up from the surroundings and converged in the middle of the fire pit, turning into a golden light curtain that enveloped the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and the Refined Flame Firebird.
After a moment, Han Li spread his ten fingers in front of him and slightly bent them, hooking upwards.
The sound of the corks being unplugged rang out at the same time, and the various colored spiritual liquids in the gooseneck bottles flew out and poured into the golden light curtain.
Through the golden barrier of light, Han Li could clearly see that the molten gold had automatically dispersed before enshrouding the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, completely enshrouding each and every one of them.
Immediately after, the other spiritual liquids were also divided into 72 portions, and bit by bit, they merged into the molten Huwan's Refined Gold that was wrapped around the Cloudswarm Swords.
Seeing this, Han Li closed his eyes again and suddenly released his divine sense, focusing his mind on the golden light curtain.
The golden light curtain trembled slightly, and the surface of the light suddenly brightened, instantly turning into a five-colored light.
At the same time, the 72 Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords also began to shine with bursts of light, as if there were rainbows hanging on them, and became overflowing with color.
After two hours, Han Li opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of Nascent Fire. It hit the five-colored light curtain, and without the slightest obstruction, it directly merged with the silver flames.
"Phew …"
The two kinds of flames merged and rose in an instant, turning into a flaming beam that enveloped the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords.
At this moment, there was a sudden change!
The dozen or so flying swords seemed to be unable to withstand the burning of the merged flames, and they actually began to struggle wildly. Sword Qi overflowed, and they slashed in all directions.
Seeing this, Han Li's majestic divine sense immediately surged out, instantly closely connecting with each flying sword, and immediately suppressing them.
"I didn't expect there to be some stubborn Sword Qi that hasn't been completely merged. They really hid it well …" Han Li sighed softly, but he was somewhat relieved.
Fortunately, the Sword Qi had taken effect at this time. If he was fighting someone, perhaps a moment of loss of control of the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords could lead to irreversible consequences.
In the raging flames, the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords that were wrapped in various spiritual liquids overflowed from the bodies of the swords, and they directly collapsed.
However, the spiritual force that they had transformed into was not lost, and was reabsorbed by the flying swords.
Han Li didn't let his guard down in the slightest upon seeing this. He was still carefully controlling the fusion of the Nascent Flame and the silver flames, constantly incinerating the 72 flying swords. The rainbow colors on the flying swords also gradually faded and became blurry...
After a full forty-nine days.
Inside the golden light curtain above the fire pit, the 72 flying swords were as white as jade, as transparent as ice, and looked as if they were transparent.
Compared to before, all the flying swords seemed to have been lengthened by an inch, and the blades were also much wider.
Expressionlessly looking at the somewhat unfamiliar Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, Han Li waved his hand again.
On the stone platform, the stopper of the last black stone bottle flew out by itself, and the milky white spiritual liquid inside slowly flew into the golden light curtain, divided into 72 drops, and dripped on each flying sword.
"Drip …"
This soft sound was like the early spring rain, like the splashing of a spiritual spring, like a withered tree in the spring.
All the flying swords trembled at the same time, and then the spiritual patterns on their surface suddenly lit up. At the same time, there was a burst of golden light, and countless golden threads of lightning shot out, intertwining with each other, like a small lightning forest, constantly making crackling sounds.