After nine circulations, Lin Mo sensed the solidification of the Embryonic Core above his dantian.
The six constellations revolving in a mesmerizing, celestial dance parted in the middle to accommodate it.
The pressure of the simulated Abyssal Trench was no longer an oppressive force seeking to crush him.
It had become a mold, an unyielding cast that forced his expanding spiritual reserves into a dense, singular point.
He visualized the nine rivers of his [Vein of the Silent Stream], which completed their circulation, converging at the accumulation.
"Compress," Lin Mo commanded.
The water pressure in the simulation spiked and the darkness around him seemed to manifest as it pushed inward.
He felt like tall waves were crushing him but it was still tolerable.
Slowly, the chaotic swirl subsided, and the accumulated spiritual energy was enclosed within a translucent sphere. It wasn't a core yet, it lacked absolute solidity but the foundation was laid.
