Once the energy ball reached decent solidity, production could begin.
Normally, he would've required another person to add resources one by one, feeding them into the swirling sphere. But the inner sanctum solved that problem for him, he simply placed all materials there, accessing them like an inventory that responded to thoughts itself.
Unlike his spatial ring, which needed qi for activation, the mindspace required only intention.
One by one, materials began feeding into the energy vortex like a spell taking shape.
His massive reserves depleted at an alarming rate. Even someone with his cultivation reserves was struggling to maintain the drain. This was his first attempt so obviously precision was nonexistent.
He was ready for the bullshit that was going to come at him.
"Alright," he muttered, closing his eyes.
He began compressing the energy sphere's size with excruciating care.
'Yes... be a good boy... just please...'
BOOM!
