At this stage, Lin Chang'an was enduring an inexplicable pain, after all, the Fusang Divine Tree had already connected with his mind and spirit.
Outside the barrier, the Phoenix Cry Bird shed tears of reluctance, watching helplessly as its nest melted away.
As the Fusang Divine Tree melted, the black demonic qi within it, like a bone-eating worm, showed no signs of being refined.
As time slowly passed, finally in the third month.
"It's time to prepare for formation!"
After months of suffering, Lin Chang'an seemed to have become accustomed to this pain, or rather, it had been replaced by the joy of the imminent formation.
Only to see his hands constantly weaving seals, the two leaves of his lifebound spirit plant, the Profound Celestial Immortal Vine, began to tremble, and then a light curtain appeared.
The light curtain revealed thirty-six phantom sword shadows.
