In a flash, forty-nine days have passed.
Early morning, Shen Luo was sitting cross-legged in his room, with a Yan Sui Fire Crystal floating before him. Ten Pure Yang Flying Swords circled around, engulfed in blazing flames, refining a drop of golden blood into the fire crystal.
As the fire crystal gradually absorbed the drop of essence blood, the True Solar Fire on the Pure Yang Flying Swords also gradually extinguished.
At this moment, Shen Luo was surprised to find that the flame within the Yan Sui Fire Crystal had unknowingly split into fifteen weak flames, each resting on a lotus petal.
"Does this mean that fifteen tool spirits might be born in the future?" Shen Luo pondered silently.
Just as he was about to call the Fire Spirit Child to have a look together, a voice suddenly called from outside.
"Hey, Brother Shen, Brother Shen..."
Hearing it was the Black Bear Demon's voice, Shen Luo quickly stored the Yan Sui Fire Crystal, stood up, and went out to greet him.
