At this moment, accompanied by Wang Yuechuan's chanting, the crystal powder sprinkled on the black cloth gradually began to react.
They swiftly absorbed the blood dripping onto them, then transformed into extremely fine particles, which floated upward one by one.
There was no mistake; these red particles began to float in front of Wang Yuechuan without any physical force, rising from the black cloth.
They seemed to be drawn by something, gradually converging in mid-air—the blood-stained red crystal powder accumulated, and a sand-like figure gradually became clear.
Wang Yuechuan's expression shifted from concentration to tension, his eyes unblinking as he watched this form take shape. Finally, when the last particle gathered, the little figure took form!
A flash of joy passed through Wang Yuechuan's eyes, but it didn't last long. The floating crystal powder-built figure immediately dispersed like quicksand, scattering directly onto the black cloth on the coffee table.
