After successfully condensing a drop of Liquid Mental Power, Duke stopped. He carefully reviewed the entire process and summarized some experience.
Once this drop of Liquid Mental Power formed, it was like a miniature gravitational core.
It naturally drew the surrounding gaseous particles toward itself. Although this gravitational pull was still very weak and far from enough to compress particles automatically, it provided an anchor point around which subsequent compression could proceed.
Duke realized that perhaps as more and more Liquid Mental Power accumulated, the compression process would become easier and easier.
If there was enough Liquid Mental Power, the process of compressing mental power might even complete itself automatically.
And after mental power had been fully liquefied, any mental power cultivated afterward would directly be in liquid form.
After stabilizing his mental state, Duke had more or less grasped the trick to compressing mental power.
He did not plan to continue compressing his mental power today. It was too exhausted and needed rest. He had to ensure that he was in good condition when compressing mental power.
Early in the morning, Robert logged in. While browsing the forums last night, he had seen players saying that something had happened in Sky City.
The Light Church's Saintess had personally led a large group of people into an alley. Since the place had been heavily guarded, no one knew what had happened.
Saintess Daili had already become popular among the players. Her pure, beautiful image, combined with the sacred radiance of her white robes, had earned her a large number of fans.
Quite a few players had even secretly climbed into the Light Church just to catch a glimpse of Daili.
Naturally, they had been discovered before taking more than a few steps and then thrown out.
This time, Saintess Daili