The glow was revealed for just an instant before it returned to normal.
The output port of the workshop machine opened, and a Holy Artifact was about to emerge.
Sigh~
Tang Yu stood in the not-so-spacious workshop; there was no wind, yet there was a sense of being on the North Pole Wilderness, with swirling winds and changing colors of the sky and earth.
In a daze, he seemed to see strange patterns appear in the void.
They bloomed and vanished, bloomed and vanished like night-blooming cereus.
The patterns were profoundly mysterious, irresistibly drawing him in, and it seemed that between heaven and earth, these flickering patterns were all that remained.
A distant ringing sound rose again; seas and fields transformed before his eyes, and in his mind, it seemed as though the sound of the great Law rang out, a cacophony booming as if a seed burst forth from the soil.
After an unknown period, Tang Yu came back to his senses.
