Rumble...
The instant the ninth Primordial Spirit and ninth Purple Mansion space were successfully formed within him, Xia Ping's body shuddered, and the entire space of his sea of consciousness stabilized completely.
The nine Purple Mansion spaces and nine Primordial Spirits were distributed across nine locations in his sea of consciousness, each occupying a corner, while his physical body naturally occupied the center.
Vaguely, the nine Purple Mansion spaces formed a series of strongholds. Their wondrous Dao marks intertwined and resonated with one another, forming the Panwu Great Array.
It seemed that with a single thought from Xia Ping, the nine Primordial Spirits could instantly merge into one and transform into Pangu.
At that moment, he also had a premonition deep down that no matter how powerful his Primordial Spirit became, he could no longer divide it to create a tenth one. Nine was the ultimate number.
The nine Primordial Spirits were also the limit of the human soul. Dividing it once more would cause the entire Primordial Spirit to collapse, turning him completely into a mindless madman.
So it wasn't true that the more Primordial Spirits one had, the better. Too many would disperse the Primordial Spirit's essential power, weakening it, damaging its foundations, and preventing further progress.
"I'm simply too strong now."
Xia Ping clenched his fist, feeling the terrifyingly powerful mana within him, nearly surging out and distorting the air. Even the ground trembled faintly.
His mana had already been so abundant that it was frightening, hundreds or even thousands of times greater than that of an ordinary human.
Now that he had opened up nine Purple Mansion spaces, the amount of mana he could contain was even more astonishing. Even a divine beast would be dumbfounded by his current state, finding it utterly inconceivable.
After all,