"..."
Ye Tian still had his eyes closed,
but the slight upward curve of his lips became increasingly pronounced.
Ten days had passed.
The Pill Bead had formed, and the Soul Core had begun to condense.
The benefits Ye Tian had gained quickly became apparent.
The speed at which Soul Power circulated automatically through his meridians had increased by far more than a little, while both the quantity and quality of his Soul Power had risen to an entirely new level.
A sense of fullness overflowing from within made even Ye Tian's breathing grow heavy.
Ye Tian once again looked inward at that round, lustrous bead,
his eyes and brows filled with a smile.
To him, this Pill Bead was no Soul Core. It represented his hopes and yearning for a brighter, better future.
They said that countless paths led to the same destination.
There was no reason he could not use this Martial Soul system to forge a true Golden Core.
After all—
A Golden Core was still a Pill, right?
Ye Tian nearly opened his mouth and burst into laughter.
Even the power continuing to flow from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Slime's body could not stop his thoughts from racing toward the future.
His Innate Body became even purer.
The automatic circulation of Soul Power within his body alone was enough to digest and absorb the remaining power bestowed by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Slime's sacrifice.
"Heh~ This fellow is smiling so brightly."
When Bibi Dong saw the confident smile blooming sincerely across Ye Tian's face, a tender, doting expression also appeared on her own.
A moment later,
the Hundred-Thousand-Year Slime hanging above Ye Tian's head was reduced to nothing but a thin skin,
hanging amid the spiderwebs like a blue plastic bag.
The blood-red flames gradually died out,
and the lingering