Although two Martial Soul Realm masters were threatening him, Ming Qi remained as steady as a rock. With the Divine Map Space, he remained undefeated against both Martial Soul masters.
At this moment, Ming Qi's mind was already filled with countless fragments of memories. These fragments came not only from the Tianhuang World, but also from his previous life's high-tech world, Earth.
Scenes of these memories flashed through Ming Qi's mind like film reels.
"In ancient times, Earth possessed ten great artifacts: the Pangu Axe, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Donghuang Bell, the Fuxi Qin, and the Kunlun Mirror..."
Thoughts raced, and within Ming Qi's mind, the phantoms of the ten ancient artifacts appeared as if they were real, projected one after another, and preserved in his consciousness.
Ten phantoms, in an instant, were arranged without overlap.
"Great!"
Ming Qi shouted inwardly, "All the sharpest and most powerful weapons in the world are within my grasp!"
Followed by this, a sea of phantoms began to overlap, from the Murakumo Sword to the King's Sword. From the void, through the barriers of time and space, a flood of images poured into Ming Qi's mind like a tide.
In a short while, Ming Qi's ocean of consciousness was filled with the phantoms of hundreds of various bizarre and powerful weapons.
"These were all illusions, but I will make them all real!"
Ming Qi spoke as if uttering a lofty aspiration. As soon as his words left his mouth, the thousands of sharp and powerful weapons throughout the space trembled and buzzed, as if hearing them.
"Okay, let's put these aside for now. Enough of the cold weapons. Next up is hot weapons, high technology!"
Ming Qi wasn't satisfied with this. He needed more. His goal was unprecedentedly grand. Even he himself didn't believe what he could actually create. But his purpose was clear. The spirit pearl he wanted to condense would be a perfect combination of everything he had ever seen or heard of. He wanted to create a world, a world of war, a world where war could be fought endlessly and at will!
"Radar, laser, chip, thermal imaging device..."
It began again. One after another, bizarre phantoms appeared, some blurry, some clear, some barely discernible, just a blur. But Ming Qi ignored them completely, racking his memory. From common radar and surveillance to high-tech military secrets, everything he knew, understood, and had a general understanding of, without exception, appeared as a phantom in his mind.
In an instant, countless phantoms filled Ming Qi's boundless ocean of consciousness, like a swarm of locusts, floating back and forth in his flow of consciousness.
"Mecha, Gundam, Transformer..."
Another string of words appeared, and high-tech, illusory images emerged.
"Earth's ancient fairyland!"
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"The vast world of prehistoric times!"
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"Norse origin myths!"
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One after another, they appeared, joining Ming Qi's army of phantoms, filling his boundless mind with a deep well of energy.
After several dozen minutes, Ming Qi was sweating profusely, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
This was a massive undertaking. If he could successfully condense the spirit pearl, he would most likely surpass anyone who had come before him, perhaps even ushering in a new era!
"I can't hold on any longer. I feel like my ocean of consciousness is completely full!"
Of course, this unlimited search of memories, the creation of phantoms at the will of the mind, wasn't without its limitations. Ming Qi's consciousness and physical strength were many times more powerful than those of cultivators of his level, a crucial foundation for his ability to gather such a vast amount of information within his mind. In other words, without such a formidable body, even such an epiphany would be useless.
Ming Qi, at this moment, was truly a rare and unique being!
Buzz~~
A tremor trembled in his mind, and Ming Qi knew he couldn't take in any more information.
"Last one, Starry Sky Shuttle!"
Buzz!
Accompanied by a tremendous humming in his mind, a tiny projection of the starry sky barely left a vague impression in his mind.
"Wuxiang, quickly channel energy to me. If necessary, refine everything you can!"
Ming Qi commanded Wuxiang. Victory or defeat now depended on this one move. Ming Qi would, no matter the cost, successfully condense the Spirit Pearl. If successful, he would be the first to witness a miracle.
"Okay!"
Wuxiang agreed, immediately mobilizing the immense energy stored within the entire Divine Map space into a continuous stream of energy that surged toward Ming Qi.
"Well done!"
Ming Qi shouted, activating his consciousness to compress the phantoms that emerged in his mind one by one.
This was the process of condensing the Spirit Pearl, and it was also the most crucial step. If this step went wrong, all would be lost.
Directing, dispersing, condensing, Ming Qi proceeded methodically. He had prepared for the Spirit Pearl Realm for a long time and was confident that nothing would go wrong.
Outside the Divine Map.
At this point, Elder Feihe and Du Qingfeng had completely forgotten their inherent hostility. They stared at the massive energy form before them with red eyes, unsure of where to begin.
"If I'm not mistaken, he's begun to condense spirit beads."
Elder Feihe stared at Ming Qi within the divine diagram's space, gritting his teeth.
"So what if he's condensing spirit beads? He's already thoroughly enraged. If we can't break through this space, will he still come out?"
Du Qingfeng had the patience to wait. He was filled with rage. Being toyed with by a little kid three levels below him was truly unbearable.
"Wait?"
Elder Feihe had other plans.
"No wait, then what else?"
"Hmph, didn't he say he was the master of the Liuli Sacred Land on Qiankun Mountain? It seems he must have people on Qiankun Mountain. Let's destroy that damn Liuli Sacred Land first, and then slowly crush him!"
The cunning and insidious Feihe Patriarch had devised a plan.
Du Qingfeng stroked his chin, pondering whether to proceed.
Inside the Divine Map, Ming Qi was completely unaware of the conspiracy brewing between the two old men outside. He was still concentrating on condensing the Spirit Pearl.
The Spirit Pearl is the foundation for a cultivator to truly embark on the path of strength. The perfection of the Spirit Pearl directly determines how long one can continue on the path of immortal cultivation. It is truly paramount.
Countless phantoms were compressed and condensed by Ming Qi one after another. Gradually, the outline of a round pearl, like a miniature world, took shape.