Fang Wang immersed himself in spiritual refinement, and within the treasured spirit space, the handle of his sword had become clear, even the fine patterns etched upon it.
At first glance, the hilt looked exquisitely made, but it wasn't breathtakingly so. To make his sword stand out, Fang Wang turned the handle white, as if carved from pure jade, with the guard designed as a pair of dragon claws, the blade extending from between them.
But at that moment, he had no intention of creating the blade.
From the outside world, the sword handle above his head had successfully materialized, voraciously devouring nature's spiritual energy.
"The grade is very high."
Zhou Xue silently thought, with the Heavenly Palace Halberd as a precedent, she didn't think Fang Wang's second lifespirit treasure would be far off.
Time continued to pass.