At an altitude of two hundred fifty miles.
The grand Artifact Refining Array, spanning several miles, was still rotating slowly in the void. Dark Gold Magic Silk Threads wove into complex and profound Dao Patterns.
But compared to five months ago, the True Sun Flame drawn into and gathered by the array had grown even more intense and vast. It had transformed into torrents as concentrated as liquid light and flame, endlessly scouring the three-inch Dark Gold Flying Sword at the array's core.
The body of the sword had been burned by the True Flame until it was nearly transparent. Inside, countless tiny and intricate Dao Patterns were clearly visible, like a flowing river of stars.
With each tempering by the True Flame, the Dao Patterns grew more solid and gained a more divine quality, emitting a low, pleasant, continuous hum, as if resonating with the distant Sun.
Amidst this ceaseless tempering, suddenly, time stood still.
