In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.
Wang Wu's fourth and fifth Demon Cores were only a tiny step away from successful cultivation and condensation.
In fact, nine months ago, he had thought the same thing.
Six months ago, he had been brimming with confidence, certain he could seal the deal at any moment.
Three months ago, he had frowned in confusion.
Now—
"Where did I go wrong?"
"Could it be that these two Demon Cores of mine, like Nezha's, need a full three years of cultivation?"
Wang Wu was beginning to doubt his life.
Over the past year, he had obtained at least 1,400 Vitality Points every day. By conservative estimates, he had invested half a million Vitality Points over the course of the year.
That was an astronomical figure.
His first three Demon Cores had all been ready to advance at any time, yet he had suppressed them for a full six years.
Over those six years, calculated at an annual income of five hundred thousand Vitality Points, he could have raised those three Aperture-Opening Demon Cores to Sixth Rank, perhaps even Fifth Rank.
Yet now, his fourth and fifth Demon Cores could not even condense into the most basic Ninth Rank Aperture-Opening Demon Cores?
Wang Wu had deduced and calculated it countless times, but there truly was nothing wrong.
He had even considered dispersing them and starting over.
But he could not bear to do it.
"Forget it. Whatever. Even if these fourth and fifth Demon Cores can't take shape, simply maintaining them as clouds of Vitality will still be a tremendous help to me."
Wang Wu was quite open-minded about it. Since he could not see any immediate hope of the cores forming, there was no need to keep suppressing his first three