Years went by, one after another.
This day, as dusk fell and the lanterns of Xinglong City were first lit, the pillar of light engulfing the Bright Tower slowly dissipated.
On the ninth floor of Bright Tower, the Spirit Gathering Array faded away, the Spiritual Energy gradually calmed, and Zhao Sheng exhaled softly before slowly opening his eyes.
The firelight around his body retracted, the Golden Core within his Qi Sea was miasmic, and the Golden Crow True Fire transformed back into a quiet, burning flame.
Zhao Sheng felt the True Yuan within his body, much purer than before, and his cultivation had also advanced considerably.
However, this was no surprise, as just a few years of tempering was far from enough to break through to the Golden Core Third Level.
At the Golden Core stage, each level was extremely difficult to break through, often requiring decades of hard cultivation to accumulate and grind.
