"But it has yet to truly become a sword. I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to make it condense into a sword shape as soon as possible, and imprint the meridians within it." I felt terribly distressed. Right now, it was essentially using all nine meridians to control the Tribulation-Heaven Soul, yet the Tribulation-Heaven Soul was growing at an absurdly rapid pace. This meant that if I didn't hurry to release it from my body and find a vessel to serve as its Dao body, it would keep pouring out energy, placing too heavy a burden on the Creation within Creation energy.
The Creation within Creation was not truly infinite energy. It was merely a higher-grade vitality that absorbed and converted energy in a certain sense. That was why it had to be born from piles of spirit herbs accumulated over countless tens of thousands of years, extracting the energy of those immortal herbs to achieve the evolution of its own energetic vitality. Thus, only after fusing with it could the Tribulation-Heaven Soul, originally a dead object, come alive and gain a channel for extracting energy on its own.
Once the consumption of the Heavenly Sword Soul could no longer be restrained within a cage, the burden on the Creation within Creation would grow to an unimaginable level. It would drain the surrounding energy to fuel the Heavenly Sword Soul's extravagance. Once the surrounding energy was exhausted, it might even draw out my own energy to make up the deficit. That way, even if I didn't get blown apart by the growth of these Dao-Proving-level meridians, I would ultimately be sucked dry and reduced to a human husk.
That was how the value of the Prismatic Treasure as a vessel revealed itself.
The Patriarch pinched the Prismatic Treasure