Underground cave, in front of the altar.

Song Yan has been here for half a month. He keeps pouring Jianyuan into the sword every day, and keeps practicing and restoring Jianyuan. This process is dull and boring. In addition, he has very little rest time in this half month. Therefore, he feels particularly tired both mentally and physically.

But to Song Yan's surprise, this reciprocating process actually made his sword Yuan quintessence score, the number also increased by one tenth.

And so far, only one inscription has not been fully lit.

"Huh!"

After some breathing, two Dantians in Song Yan's body were once again full of Jianyuan. He picked up...