Under Chen Ping's control, the liquid Soul Power spun faster and faster, growing increasingly viscous.
A faint golden radiance shrouded the surface of the Soul Power. It was this layer of golden radiance that firmly locked the liquid Soul Power in place, preventing it from dissipating.
If an ordinary seven-ring Soul Master released Soul Power outside their body without using it to unleash a Soul Skill, it would vanish in an instant.
Witnessing Chen Ping's exquisite control over his Spiritual Power, Xian Liner nodded repeatedly.
Although this level of control did not consume much Spiritual Power, it demanded extreme precision. For Chen Ping to achieve this much was already no easy feat.
The liquid Soul Power finally began transforming into a solid state, and Chen Ping's expression turned grave.
His face was calm as still water, yet the control at his fingertips remained as steady as a rock. The Soul Power vortex continued spinning at high speed with unwavering stability.
"Solid... It really is about to condense into a solid state. Unbelievable. A mere Soul Saint has actually reached such a level."
Qian Duoduo silently praised him, becoming even more focused as he prepared to deal with any accident at any moment.
Compress, compress again! Spin, spin again!
The solid Soul Power gradually took shape, and a miniature, rapidly spinning funnel-shaped core appeared.
The moment the funnel formed, the core displayed an astonishing devouring force, madly drawing in the heaven and earth vital energy around it.
The spatial light patterns around the solid Soul Power twisted violently. That terrifying suction did not merely draw in heaven and earth vital energy—it also began draining Chen Ping's own Soul Power in reverse. Chen Ping had no choice but to continuously pour in Soul Power to maintain and strengthen this solid core.
"Very