"Remarkable growth." Wang Xuan marveled, observing the Sword Immortal beneath the mountain soil. In less than half a year, she had reconstituted her immortal body from a piece of true bone. 0

She was a miniaturized version of the female Sword Immortal, with skin as clear as jade, shrouded in white mist, brimming with life, her beautiful eyes closed, long eyelashes unmoving, exuding an exceptionally fresh aura.0

Under Wang Xuan's psychic third eye, nothing could hide from him, gentle mysterious forces surrounded her, her new body seeming to pulse with the primal energy of all creation.0

"Look not upon what is improper; I saw nothing!" Wang Xuan murmured. Even with his out-of-body third eye active, turning away was pointless.0

So, he simply chose not to turn around.0

"How is it, is there really a chance for the Sword Immortal to be resurrected?" Qing Mu approached from a distance.0

He had seen that lightning-scorched bone with his own eyes and couldn't help but be skeptical. Could such an ancient bone truly transform into a living person?0

Wang Xuan nodded: "She has been resurrected."0

At that moment, he faintly saw the miniaturized female Sword Immortal's long eyelashes tremble slightly. Was she about to awaken?0

Qing Mu, stunned upon hearing this, whispered, "Compared to the past, what's her current state?"0

Wang Xuan thought for a moment and replied, "She was quite gaunt before, now she's...0