Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

As soon as Zhao Ming regained his composure and regained his footing, he eagerly began searching for the materials needed to create the sacred battle disk. He searched the lab, mumbling to himself, the names of the various materials dancing in his mouth like musical notes.

"Well, this crystal is the perfect embodiment of the energy core, and this rare magic metal is simply the best choice for making the disk." Just as Zhao Ming gathered all the materials and prepared to show his skills to perform dark alchemy.

"Hey, I'm telling you that you haven't eaten or drunk anything since you came back today. Are you planning to ascend to heaven in this laboratory?" Maya walked in unhappily and looked at him angrily.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ming looked at her suspiciously.

"What's wrong? Look at the time!" Maya's voice was filled with anger, like a lit powder keg. "Geddie has already eaten twice today! You went out to investigate Zijera yesterday, fought all night to eliminate it, and until now, you haven't even eaten a single meal!"

Zhao Ming scratched his head and gave an awkward smile: "I forgot when I was busy."

Maya sighed helplessly, like a deflated ball, and placed a steaming hot meal on the table. "Eat quickly, and then you can do your own thing."

Zhao Ming devoured the food like a whirlwind. Suddenly, his eyes widened like bells, as if he remembered something important.

"Maya, I just saw many precious memories from the past in the Millennium Brick. The powerful images of those Duel Monsters flashed before my eyes like bright stars, like a fantastical journey."

Maya glanced at him lightly and said angrily, "I don't have the heart to listen right now. Hurry up and finish your meal and take a rest. How can you continue to work so hard? I'll listen to your detailed story of the thousand-year-old building blocks when you have some free time!"

Zhao Ming swallowed the food in his mouth and said solemnly, "I understand, but I must create the sacred battle disk as soon as possible, so that I can deal with the unknown and powerful crisis in the future."

Maya slowly sat down, stared at him, and said earnestly, "I understand your determination, but haste makes waste. You said that yourself, so why rush it?"

Zhao Ming put down his cutlery, his eyes blazing with determination. "You're right, but the decisive battle with Gatanjea is imminent, and I want to prepare for it. But don't worry, I'll balance work and rest."

With that, he returned to his work, concentrating on sorting the ingredients. Maya looked at him, shook her head helplessly, and turned away. "I really can't do anything about you!" She cleared the tableware and vanished like a gust of wind.

After countless hardships, Zhao Ming finally found the invaluable rare metal material, meticulously crafted through his own alchemy. Filled with joy, he hurried to the mysterious and gloomy Dark Magic Platform.

He stood steadily in front of the magic platform. After taking a deep breath, he tightly grasped the magic wand in his right hand, raised it high, and then waved it vigorously.

Along with this action, the ball of rare metal that was tightly wrapped quickly flew into the space inside the magic platform as if pulled by some invisible force.

Zhao Ming then whispered an ancient and obscure spell and waved his wand again. Instantly, a blazing flame erupted above the magic platform, its scorching heat completely engulfing the rare metal that had just been dropped into it.

Time passed minute by minute, and under the continuous burning of the flames, the originally extremely hard rare metal gradually began to melt. Zhao Ming watched everything in front of him with full concentration, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

When he saw that the metal had completely turned into liquid, he immediately operated it in an orderly manner according to the detailed steps recorded in the thousand-year-old magic book.

At this moment, Zhao Ming was like an experienced master craftsman. He stood quietly outside the Dark Magic Platform, his eyes fixed on the changing metal solution inside the platform.

At the same time, he was muttering something, and the low and rhythmic sound of the spell filled the entire room.

As Zhao Ming's incantations continued, a magical scene unfolded: the metallic solution within the magic platform began to flow slowly, as if possessing life. They first converged along a specific trajectory, forming a unique, interwoven spiral and wave-like wing shape.

Not only that, several areas of leaf size and shape are deliberately reserved on this shape, making it look particularly delicate and ingenious.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the forming metal solution. This light was like the first ray of sunlight piercing the darkness at dawn, instantly illuminating the entire dim magic platform.

Under this brilliant light, one could clearly see the surface of the unfinished Sacred Duel Disk shimmering with mysterious runes. These runes seemed to contain endless magical power, as if telling the world of the powerful power that this treasure would soon reveal.

Looking at the amazing scene before him, Zhao Ming's eyes flashed with irrepressible excitement and anticipation.

Because he knew very well that this sacred battle disk, which he had poured countless efforts and energy into successfully creating, would surely become his most reliable and powerful key weapon when facing many powerful enemies in the future!

Zhao Ming took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill his entire chest, and then exhaled slowly, trying to calm his slightly nervous emotions.

He cautiously extended his right hand and slowly approached the battle disk before him, which emanated powerful magical energy. When his fingertips finally touched the cold surface of the battle disk, a strange energy instantly spread through his body. This unique power made him shudder.

"Hmm... not bad!" Zhao Ming murmured, his eyes fixed on the magical object before him. He examined the duel disk carefully, not missing a single detail.

The surface of the battle disk was as smooth as a mirror, engraved with complex and exquisite runes. Those runes seemed to be flashing with faint light, as charming as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Zhao Ming calmed himself down and began to focus. His eyes narrowed slightly, his once somewhat unfocused gaze now focused and determined, like two sharp sword beams shooting straight at the battle disk.

Then, he gently grasped the tool in his hand—a magic pen made of a special material and inlaid with a gemstone on the top. He placed the tip of the pen gently on the blade-shaped area of ​​the duel disk and began to slide it slowly and carefully.

As the pen tip moved, light blue lines appeared on the battle board. They intertwined and entangled with each other, gradually forming a mysterious pattern, just like a contract signed with the duel elves.

At the same time, Zhao Ming muttered something, an ancient and obscure spell flowing from his lips. As the spell sounded, the unique image imprint on the stone slab began to appear and disappear, first blurry, then becoming clearer and clearer, and finally fully revealed.

These images emanated a mysterious light, illuminating the dim surrounding space. The surrounding air seemed to sense this powerful mysterious force, becoming heavy and oppressive.

Zhao Ming could feel the heavy pressure, like an invisible mountain bearing down on him. However, despite this, even though beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, his right hand, gripping the magic pen, remained steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.

As time passed, the light on the sacred battle disk grew increasingly dazzling. Zhao Ming concentrated on manipulating the magic pen in his hand, imprinting the images of powerful duel spirits one by one onto the battle disk.

The first to appear was the Dark Mage, wearing a black robe, holding a wand, with a stern face; followed by the Dark Mage Girl, with a graceful figure, long flowing hair, and beautiful;

There is also the summoning of the devil, whose body is tall and mighty, with blazing flames burning all over his body; and finally there is the legendary Blue-Eyes White Dragon, which spreads its huge wings, roars to the sky, and is awe-inspiring.

Each Duel Spirit is portrayed with vividness, as if possessing its own unique life and power. They are either majestic and solemn, or lively and agile, or fierce and violent, which makes people marvel at them.

The moment the last image was engraved, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the battle disk! This light, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminated the entire dim space. For a moment, the room was illuminated as brightly as daylight...