Amidst the mountains, many creatures instinctively approached the Spirit Mechanism Land, hoping to acquire spiritual wisdom by soaking in its spirit essence.
However, by the time they arrived, all the spirit essence had dissipated, leaving only rampant sword qi behind.
Amongst all the sword qi, three small furnaces hovered in the air, slowly rotating, their mouths emitting brilliant rays of light, thin as strands.
All the fierce sword qi was gradually drawn into these lights, suppressed back into the broken blade.
The bloodstains on the mottled broken blade seemed to come alive under the illumination, slowly wriggling.
A buzzing sound arose.
The broken blade seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, sinking into the deep and boundless belly of the three-legged furnace.
Shen Qing's eyes narrowed, his mind racing, wanting to regain control of the three-legged furnace, and reclaim it.