Bentley's attempt to condense a Nascent Soul did not go very smoothly and dragged on for a long time.
Even Jiang Hui, with all her experience and knowledge, could not help frowning during the process. "If it really won't work, just form a False Core. You're pushing yourself too hard!"
Yet Lao Ben truly had a ruthless streak in his bones. Before attempting the breakthrough, he had already understood that if it became too dangerous, he could choose to form a False Core.
But retreating in fear was not in his nature—he would rather fall than form a False Core.
The persistent were blessed, and he finally made it through this trial.
However, his injuries were too severe. Even the spiritual energy feedback after successfully condensing a Nascent Soul failed to fully heal them.
With no other choice, he began an extended period of secluded cultivation, once again using the Black Colt Tower.
According to Qu Jianlei's calculations, Lao Ben should not even think about leaving the tower for at least three years—fifteen years in real time at minimum.
What did it mean for the mighty to invite humiliation? This was the price of stubbornness. Fortunately, the final outcome was still fairly good.
Still, Bentley's barely successful Nascent Soul formation brought new variables to Red Leaf Ridge.
A month after the tribulation lightning dispersed, Stalwart Master Shen Miao of Bitter Sea arrived with his disciples to congratulate Red Leaf Ridge on gaining another Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Condensing a Nascent Soul was a joyous occasion, but ordinarily, there was no need for one of the five great sect masters to attend in person.
Red Leaf Ridge had kept a relatively low profile in recent years. Although its notoriety had not diminished much, an elder from Bitter Sea would have been