Yu Mingxiao deliberately slowed his progress. He was only one step away from forming a Soul Core, yet he kept it at the stage of absorbing Spatial Power.
The more Spatial Power the Soul Core absorbed, the greater his control over space would become once he brought the externally formed core into his body.
Space was one of the seven great elements, but it was exceptionally unusual. There was no such thing as an ultimate form of it; what mattered was the strength of one's control!
"Hm? Why is he deliberately slowing the formation of his Soul Core and continuing to absorb all that Spatial Power?"
Bi Ji raised her slender brows. After a moment's thought, realization struck. "Could Mingxiao be trying to gain control over space?"
The method was theoretically sound, but Yu Mingxiao had already spent more than half his spiritual power. If he kept absorbing Spatial Power, he might be unable to bring the process to a close, causing the Soul Core's formation to fail.
"Oh, well. Let's see how far you can go. If your spiritual power and Soul Power run dry, I'll replenish them with life energy. That man knows me far too well."
Resignation tinged Bi Ji's voice as she quietly watched the golden Soul Core above Yu Mingxiao's palm.
Time passed, second by second. Nestled between the mountains, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well seemed untouched by the division between day and night.
Yu Mingxiao had sat cross-legged beside the spring for two hours. The dragon-pupil-shaped Soul Core above his palm had spent every moment absorbing Spatial Power and the vital energy of heaven and earth.
The Soul Core had grown a full size larger. It was now no smaller than one formed by a Titled Douluo.
Its color had changed noticeably,