In the direction of the Starfire Palace, the starlight pattern between Jiang Xuanji's brows still shone with brilliant radiance. That pure power of the star core continuously crossed the void, gently and firmly pouring into Jiang Feng's body.
This power not only stabilized his mind, but also acted like the most exquisite harmonizer, guiding the balance between creation and destruction within the chaotic star fire, preventing the violent forging process from completely destroying the primordial spirituality of the sword soul.
Time seemed to grow viscous in the forging of the star fire. Who knows how long passed—perhaps just an instant, perhaps eternity.
Chapter 829