Yun chujiu thought for a moment and ran to Dan Huang’s courtyard next door. She found an excuse and weighed the weight of Dan Huang’s sword spirit egg. It was indeed quite heavy.
After returning to her dormitory, she rummaged through her storage ring for a long time. No matter how hard she tried, she could not find a suitable filling material.
Finally, she saw a stone.
It was the stone that she had picked up in the sacred land of origins.
She weighed it, and it was just right.
She took out a hammer from her storage ring, wanting to smash the stone into powder, but found that the stone was very hard.
She had to take out a broken sword, and only then did she turn the stone into a pile of powder.
She recalled that when she was holding Dan Huang’s sword spirit egg, she could vaguely feel the wave of confusion, so she took out a black leaves and crushed it, then mixed it into the powder.
When she felt that it was enough, she poured it into the egg shell.