Despite Xu Ping's Divine Sense now being quite profound and his cultivation being solid, he could not help but feel very strained by this pressure.
His complexion grew increasingly heavy, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
With each stroke of symbol carving, the surrounding Spiritual Qi seemed to get stirred up, forming small whirlpools that swirled around him and the puppet.
Time passed by the second, and Xu Ping's carving gradually reached a critical stage.
At this moment, the whirlpools of Spiritual Qi around him became increasingly intense, clashing and merging to form a larger storm of Spiritual Qi.
Accompanied by the fall of the last stroke, a burst of dazzling spiritual light erupted from the puppet's body, with runes flashing in a strange glow, as if coming to life.
The light persisted for a moment and then slowly subsided.
"Finally done!"
Seeing this scene, an irrepressible gleam of excitement flashed in Xu Ping's eyes.
