A moment later, a green tunneling light soared out from the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, racing towards the vast Cloud Sea.
Outside the bamboo pavilion, Zhao Sheng watched as the tunneling light disappeared into the Cloud Sea, then turned and entered the pavilion.
Upon returning inside, he gazed at the pile of treasures that resembled a mountain, a glint of impatience in his eyes. Suddenly, with a sweep of his long sleeves, the enormous Treasure Mountain vanished into thin air, replaced by thirteen beast-headed, human-bodied Spirit Core Law Puppets, all in various states of disrepair.
Each Puppet occupied quite a bit of space, with the thirteen lying scattered on the ground, nearly covering the entire floor.
Zhao Sheng walked among the Puppets, his gaze sweeping over them. He quickly and accurately picked out some suitable Puppet parts.
Pa!
Before long, he suddenly snapped his fingers.
