Finally, with a peculiar vibration, an invisible aura spread outwards. On the hard shell of the Golden Holy Beetle fixed on the ritual table, a unique rune representing invisibility glimmered with a mysterious sheen. Threads of Spiritual Power flowed through, intertwining with the Spiritual Power within the Golden Holy Beetle, both coexisting harmoniously without the slightest conflict.
"It's done!"
The man stepped back two steps, his face full of joy, unable to hold back a deep breath. At this moment, his head was covered in sweat, and his face was pale, clearly suffering from severe Divine Soul depletion.
The other Talisman Masters observing around immediately approached, with all their curious gazes fixed on the ritual table, on the Golden Holy Beetle with the precisely engraved rune, their eyes shimmering brightly.
At this moment, they were not ordinary cultivators but pure craftsmen, enthusiasts dedicated to researching the art of rune engraving.
