The Dao of destiny was profound and mysterious, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Song Changsheng himself only understood it halfway.
He did not know whether his decision to keep Song Qingxing by his side was right or wrong.
If the Demonic Calamity was destined to erupt, it was better for him to be here than in the distant East Sea.
The two entered Cloud Reaching Hall one after the other. After taking their seats, Song Qingxing gave a detailed account of everything he had experienced over the past sixty-odd years.
His tone was calm and his speech unhurried, yet anyone could hear the peril lurking within his words. Of nearly four hundred Purple Mansion Great Perfection trial-takers, only two had survived.
He had escaped death by a hair's breadth several times, shed enough blood to fill a great vat, and endured countless hardships before finally attaining the Golden Core Realm.
"What kind of Golden Core did you achieve?" Song Changsheng hurriedly asked.
After going through so much, if he had not condensed a high-grade Golden Core, it truly would not have been worth it.
"Ninth-grade superior."
Song Qingxing's tone did not waver in the slightest. A Ninth-Grade Golden Core, something ordinary people could scarcely dream of reaching, could not satisfy him. After all, he had cultivated the Purple Mansion Realm to its utmost limit. The reason he had risked his life to participate in the Trial Road was to shatter that limit.
His initial goal had actually been a Perfect Golden Core, but regrettably, he had still fallen one step short.
"A Ninth-Grade Golden Core?" A flicker of delight flashed through Song Changsheng's eyes. Perfect Golden Cores were things one could only encounter by chance, never seek out. A high-grade Golden Core already placed one among the first rank,