In front of him, a black and a white Qi swirled around like dragons, vaguely forming the pattern of 'Taiji.'
But it was just at this moment.
Cultivating Wang Ba suddenly opened his dazzling bright eyes.
The black and white Qi, as if startled, swiftly flew back into his nostrils.
A rich incense fire power uncontrollably overflowed from his forehead, but he quickly contained it once again.
However, his eyes were filled with a sense of helplessness:
"The Mother Goddess's generosity in giving is overwhelming... without considering whether others can handle such an abundance of incense fire power."
"But this time, what should I condense?"
Last time, he had hastened to condense a Dao Intention organ within Jia 15's body; this time, he needed to contemplate carefully what to create.
"It's a pity that I've assigned the Yuyang Patriarch to Daoist Yuanci, otherwise it might have been possible to aid the recovery of Yuyang Patriarch's original body."
He felt a sense of regret.