The initial formation of the "Puppet" into a human shape, under Lin Yi's guidance, gathered those dark breaths, with the "essence" lingering in the remnants of flesh also being absorbed by the "Puppet", yet despite this, some completely useless debris was discarded by Lin Yi.
These discarded residues were all illuminated under the dim sunshine, turning into petrified sculpture fragments, while some dust hadn't yet dispersed.
This part of the dust, the residue of residues, would vanish with a gust of wind, but Zhao Lingxiao caught them before they completely drifted away...
She greedily sucked in this almost traitless supernatural material, the madness in her eyes near lunatic.
"Delicious... so delicious..."
Gradually, a hazy glow began to float from her, green, blue... disorderly, as if heralding some kind of bizarre transformation.
Suddenly, the breath twisted under some strange pull, forming blurred silhouettes of symbols, resembling ancient totems, peculiar writings.
