A moment passed.
The surging memories that had emerged gradually subsided, and the subtle changes deep within Lin Qing's cells also slowly came to a halt.
Opening his eyes, the world before him seemed to have undergone new changes.
The flows of various energies, rays, and waves... It was as if at this moment, they were all reflecting in his mind.
"Superpower Material?"
Lin Qing extended a hand, and a droplet of fresh blood seeped from beneath his skin. Streaks of cyan light began to flow and converge within this droplet of blood, just like 3D modeling, as copious amounts of cyan energy continuously compressed and coalesced, gradually outlining the shape he desired.
About five minutes later, having consumed approximately one-tenth of his energy, he finally formed a roughly one-meter long, pitch-black longsword with a faint cyan luster.
"Is this… the Superpower Material derived and condensed from one's own matter and a large amount of energy?"
