Fang Yun rolled his eyes at the Four-Legged Black Snake, picked out a piece of jade, and gently felt its surface as his divine sense slowly seeped into it.
Just as he had observed earlier, these pieces of jade were made of exactly the same material as the mountain-shaped jade he had obtained before.
After a moment's thought, Fang Yun cut the stone to match the dimensions of the Mountain-Shaped Jade Artifact. Then his divine sense became a blade, sending jade shavings flying from the surfaces of ten jade artifacts like drifting snow.
The Four-Legged Black Snake watched from a distance, afraid of getting caught up in it.
Before long, his sacred sense had carved out ten Mountain-Shaped Jade Artifacts. Their sizes and shapes were identical to the artifact in Fang Yun's memory, but red patterns ran through the white jade. Even though their shapes were identical, each had different red markings.
The entire process of making the jade artifacts met with no resistance from the power of space-time.
Holding a mountain-shaped Red-Pattern Jade Artifact, Fang Yun gently felt its surface. It was smooth and pleasantly warm, neither cold nor hot. Rather than detracting from its milky-white color, the red markings added a touch of exquisite beauty.
Square and true, its masterful craftsmanship bore no trace of artifice.
Fang Yun slowly fed sacred sense into the Red-Pattern Jade Artifact.
All the sacred sense entering the artifact was rapidly absorbed.
Fang Yun gradually increased the flow of sacred sense, eventually releasing it at full strength. Like a bottomless pit, the Red-Pattern Jade Artifact refused nothing and absorbed it all.
Finally, Fang Yun stopped when he had only a thread of divine sense left.
Exhaustion showed on Fang Yun's face, but the Red-Pattern Jade Artifact had merely gained a layer of patina.