"Calm and focused, concentrating on the elixir field, heart-guided spirit, using magic to drive objects, and mind and spirit merged, the soul concentrated in one place, where the heart goes, the artifact follows," Yuan Ming closed his eyes, while he channeled mana into the stone in his hand, he recited the refining formula in his heart.
A moment later, he only felt a slight warmth in his palm. The stone he held was enveloped in a faint green glow, and the surface faintly exhibited tiny streaming lights.
"Rise!" Yuan Ming suddenly opened his eyes and let out a soft shout.
The mana within him also unconsciously surged out, flowing into the stone through his palm, but the stone in his hand only swelled with a burst of green glow and then the light receded, becoming still again.
Yuan Ming's gaze sharpened, but he was not discouraged, knowing well that no magic could succeed on the first attempt.
He closed his eyes again and tried several more times, but made no progress.
