Bright Temple - Asking Liao Kong

Yan Xingci sat there in a daze, Master Lakong's words echoing over and over in his mind.

Vexation arose from worry over an uncertain future, from regret over a past that could no longer be changed. The past had already passed, the future had yet to arrive; the only thing one could grasp was this present moment.

He had heard those words many times. He had read them in books and heard them from other people's mouths, but spoken by Master Lakong, they seemed to carry a different kind of power.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about all those pointless things.

He thought only of this moment, only of this Buddhist Hall, only of that compassionate smile at the corner of the buddha statue's mouth. In his dantian, spiritual power began circulating on its own. He was not driving it; it happened naturally, like breathing.

The Golden Core slowly rotated in his dantian, and the cracks on its surface grew more and more numerous, more and more dense.

That was the bottleneck of the peak Golden Core stage. He had been trapped in this realm for some time and had never been able to break through. Now, those cracks began to widen, and light shone out from within the Golden Core, brighter and brighter.

Crack—

With a soft sound, the Golden Core shattered.

It was not breaking apart, but breaking out of its shell. The outer shell of the Golden Core peeled away, revealing the even more solid, even purer Golden Core inside.

The peak Golden Core stage had been broken through.

The entire process had no Heaven and Earth Phenomenon, no Spiritual Energy Vortex, no flowers raining from the sky. It was simply going with the flow, a canal forming when the water arrived.

Yan