He Song noticed this.
He immediately consumed the spirit elixirs he had prepared in advance as if they were free.
As for mind force, there was indeed no solution for it.
He Song could only forcibly endure the fatigue caused by the consumption of mind force.
For a moment.
Even Mingyue, who was stationed in Zetian City, had to urgently enter seclusive cultivation, no longer diverting any of He Song's attention.
As time passed.
The progress of inscribing artifact patterns with Dirt Qi on the Taoist Artifact Embryo gradually approached perfection.
And with the formation of each artifact pattern.
A trace of joy emerged in He Song's exhausted gaze.
The fatigue was only temporary.
The birth of the Taoist Artifact.
For He Song, that was the most important thing at the moment.
He could clearly distinguish the priorities.
Very soon.
