Although Yang Qingxi didn't fully understand his intention and was curious about this golden paper, she didn't question it. She could already sense the approaching life signatures closing in rapidly. There was no time for discussion.
A faint blue energy gathered around her fingers before quickly shifting into a deeper brown—the energy of earth. The ground beneath them responded as small fragments of rock rose into the air. The golden talisman floated in front of her as the stones began to gather around it.
Layer by layer, the rock condensed, forming a solid mass. Within seconds, it had grown into a compact stone roughly the same size as the original meteorite. Its surface was rough and natural, indistinguishable at a glance.
Su Mo took the formed rock and threw it back into the centre of the crater. It landed precisely where the meteorite had been.
