The sixteenth year of the Divine Martial had arrived.
"Refine!"
A door of flames hung suspended in the air.
In front of Chu Yuan appeared countless skeletons and a large amount of precious material.
Under his inducement, they turned into a liquid, merging into the White Bone River, enhancing the power of that skeleton.
"That Bone God did send some decent Secret Techniques, refining bones into divine weapons—he's an expert in this field, more proficient than I. However, I will not refine completely according to his methods,"
Chu Yuan retracted his mana,
During this time, the three empires seemed to have calmed down, and it was difficult to see their traces within the Epoch Battlefield. However, Chu Yuan was clear that this was nothing but a prelude to the storm.
They were still hiding in the shadows, always ready to strike a devastating blow.
"Do not let me find you," Chu Yuan said indifferently.