Round spheres continuously floated off Jing Yan's body, and each combination that flew out had a different effect; some were spherical, some were shuttle-shaped, and others condensed into puppet giants, small world puppets.
Fifteen days later, Jing Yan frowned and said, "Zhao Xing, there's a bit of a problem."
"The Tianyi No.1 World Puppet I've sent is the hardest, but it can't withstand its erosion, lasting at most three days."
"The key is that my artifact spirit still can't analyze its components."
"Only the mustard seed container can have a little effect."
"But the fog here can never be fully absorbed; I've burst three mustard seed containers, yet the volume remains unchanged compared to half a month ago."
Zhao Xing's gaze fell on Jing Yan's hand, where there was half a rectangular box.
Initially, this mustard seed container was meant to absorb the gray fog.
