"Hiss!!"
The firewood knife in Mu Jinyu's hand gradually began to melt under the refinement method from the "Scroll of the Sword," turning into a pool of liquid that then merged into his body.
Within Mu Jinyu's internal view, he could see a miniature firewood knife gradually forming in his dantian. As his blood essence continued to surge in, the cold gleam of the blade became even more biting, and its murderous aura grew stronger.
"Phew..."
Mu Jinyu opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, and whispered, "It's quite simple, huh?"
As he spoke, he clasped his hand, and immediately a flash of light appeared, and the firewood knife manifested in his palm.
At the same time, because of the refinement through the "Scroll of the Sword," holding this firewood knife in his hand, Mu Jinyu felt a bloodline connection, as if it were an extension of his arm.
This was a feeling that none of the many magic treasures Mu Jinyu had previously refined possessed.
"This feeling... is quite wonderful..."
