True Monarch Zijing glanced at the Spirit Pearl, and his eyes shone brightly.
Standing before the Spirit Pearl, he squeezed out a drop of heart's blood from his fingertip to stain the pearl, simultaneously performing a sealing technique with his hands while silently reciting True Words, as a formless magical power enveloped the pearl.
Zhang Jian could tell that True Monarch Zijing was slowly refining this Spirit Pearl using the water mill method.
The hope seemed immense.
His prior Ice Seal had inflicted a severe blow on the Wood Spirit, almost eliminating its capacity for resistance; now with its lifeblood Spirit Pearl under control, it virtually had no power left to resist.
Zhang Jian stood in the void, not waiting long.
Two hours later, True Monarch Zijing slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, beads of sweat dotted his forehead, a result of the significant magical power expended. Yet, joy was apparent in his eyes.
