For a full day and night, Ye Chen maintained the posture of absorbing spiritual energy, a terrifying celestial essence aura swirling around his body like howling coiling dragons.
The crimson sword rested beside Ye Chen, similarly bathing in the baptism of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
No matter how violent that spiritual energy grew, it could not cause the slightest change to the crimson sword. Instead, it seemed as though the sword was able to absorb a substantial portion of it, making the light upon the blade even sharper.
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