Jiang Yuan felt the pain of his primordial spirit separating from his spiritual platform, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.
He dared not let his mind slacken even a little. This step could not be abandoned halfway; it must be carried out all the way through.
If he were to abandon it halfway, not mastering this secret technique of the primordial spirit would be the least of his concerns.
The real issue would be damage to his primordial spirit.
If his primordial spirit was damaged, it would be extremely difficult to recover!
Jiang Yuan concentrated his spirit, slowly separating his primordial spirit piece by piece, and gradually condensing it into a Dao sword.
At the center of this primordial spirit Dao sword, a spatial Dao seed was being nurtured.
Days passed one by one.
Shu Xiaoxiao had already ceased her practice.
Seeing Jiang Yuan's continuously furrowed brow, she completely lost the heart to practice, but also dared not make any small movements to disturb him.