"Woosh woosh—"
The Space Origin in the Origin Container continuously filled into the plane formed by the amalgamation of Spiritual Power and Space Origin, gradually transforming it from blurry to clear.
Ten percent...
Thirty percent...
When fifty percent of the Power of Origin surged into the plane, a shadowy figure, pitch-black and indistinct, began to take shape in Lor's Origin Container.
At the instant the figure formed, the space within the Space Container twisted briefly.
All remaining Power of Origin poured into the figure in an instant, transforming it from blurred to clear.
"The most critical moment has arrived." Lor focused all his attention on the newly formed, intensely fluctuating figure, exerting all his effort to maintain its stability.
Whenever any part reverted from clear to blurry, on the brink of collapse, he gathered his Spiritual Power to regulate it.
Time passed in this cycle of constant patching and repair.
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.
