With two meridians and eight tribulations, it was equivalent to having two Dao bodies by myself. If one was destroyed, the second could still function, which was little different from having two lives. Of course, the most important thing was that the core could not be attacked. Otherwise, all my Dao bodies would be destroyed once the core leaked.
The core had always been where every immortal cultivator focused their protection. It was even called the immortal core, existing on the same level as a demon core and the essence of a demon spirit. It was therefore usually the hardest part to breach.
Of course, successfully overcoming the tribulation also meant consolidating the meridians. But I still had my first meridian, so even if I encountered a battle now, as long as I was given time to switch meridians, I would not be completely helpless.
Communication between the two meridians had always been what concerned me most. But since I had only just succeeded in breaking through, there was no way to synchronize them yet and thereby bring out their combined might. Of course, that was only theory. I had no confidence in what effect it would produce in practice.
I could consolidate my cultivation while making my way to the Orthodox Path, completing it step by step atop the Golden Lotus. For now, though, there was something more important to do.
I walked outside and took out a bottle resembling a Soul Urn. It contained Qiuniu, whom Zhao Qian had handed to me before I left. That fellow had already cultivated to the level of the third tribulation. Yet during communication, no one had ever been able to suppress it. After reaching the point where it could cultivate no further, Qiuniu had given itself over to decadence and gone