Electrolux calmly said something that greatly shocked Chen Ping.
"How could that be?"
Chen Ping was startled. "I remember that it's been several years since you first completed the Martial Soul Awakening ritual for Undead Creatures, hasn't it?"
"I thought you'd already forgotten about letting Undead Creatures cultivate on their own. So, what kind of plan have you come up with? Don't tell me you're making artificial meridians for the undead?"
Electrolux looked at the astonished Chen Ping and chuckled, his smile carrying a hint of pride.
"I dismissed the idea of artificial meridians years ago. Did you really need to tell me that?"
"Leaving aside the incredibly precise Spiritual Power needed to create artificial meridians, even if they worked, could you make a set for every single one of the countless undead in the Undead Demiplane?"
Chen Ping scratched his head. "Then what earth-shattering, ghost-weeping brilliant idea have you come up with this time, old man? Tell me."
Electrolux laughed cheerfully. "Then withdraw your Spiritual Power. I'm logging in."
"Got it."
Following the order without another word, Chen Ping withdrew his Spiritual Power into the deepest reaches of his Sea of Consciousness and waited for Electrolux to take over.
Soon, when Chen Ping opened his eyes again, they had turned the gray of utter deathly stillness. Yet deep within that gray, flecks of fragmented golden afterimages lay hidden.
Chen Ping—or rather, Electrolux—raised an arm and controlled the Soul Power within Chen Ping's body, continuously gathering it toward the tip of his index finger. Before long, a small vortex of Soul Power had taken shape.
But it was not over yet. In only a few breaths, the vortex of Soul Power became increasingly dense and formidable. The pressure contained within it was enough to make Lesser Soul Masters of Levels