If he condensed a Martial Golden Core at 111 points,
it would be the weakest ninth-grade Golden Core.
Ding Ling's cultivation techniques were extraordinary. Therefore, if he condensed a core, it would most likely initially be a sixth-grade or even fifth-grade Golden Core.
That was because of the description in the Xuanyuan Heart Sutra.
According to the Xuanyuan Heart Sutra, a superior cultivation technique of its kind, a Golden Core condensed from 111 points of True Water would be around sixth grade.
However, Ding Ling's dantian and meridians contained far too many extraordinary fortunes. Thus, Ding Ling estimated that if he condensed a Golden Core now, it might be above fifth grade.
But that was not his goal.
His goal was to become an invincible powerhouse.
Naturally, he had to condense the strongest Golden Core! Otherwise, his potential would be limited, and the road he could take in the future would become narrower!
Therefore,
Ding Ling immediately stopped gathering the True Water into a core and continued absorbing and refining demonic qi to improve himself.
But his breakthrough once again fell into Feng Bo's eyes, shocking him to his core:
"How is this possible?! He's just a little brat who still reeks of milk! How can he be so strong?! He can actually refine demonic qi for his own use. This cultivation technique, this ability..."
Feng Bo was deeply shaken.
He was immediately overcome by fury.
Ding Ling had actually used him to break through!
At this moment, Feng Bo seemed to have finally understood. Although Ding Ling appeared to be constantly swallowed by the storm and demonic qi, both his feet were rooted in the earth, making him steadier than could be imagined.
Everything he did was helping Ding Ling improve!
Thinking of this,
Feng Bo was so furious