Li Bufan hovered in the air, looking down at the fragments of tribulation clouds below that his blade light had cleaved apart as they slowly drifted away.
The purple wisps of cloud stretched longer in the wind, scattering thinner and fainter, until they finally melted completely into the blue-gray daylight like ink dropped into clear water, leaving not a trace behind.
He withdrew his gaze and sank his divine sense into his body. The Perfect Golden Core rotated steadily within his dantian, while the entirely new power emanating from its surface slowly flowed through his meridians.
That power was fine and warm in texture, like the finest nectar and jade liquor. Whenever it passed through an acupoint, the energy channels there trembled lightly, as though his entire body were rejoicing at the arrival of this newborn strength.
"Sure enough, after breaking through to the Golden Core Realm, many martial problems that had troubled me for so long were now resolved as easily as a knife slicing through bamboo."
The knots he had been unable to unravel no matter how hard he thought during the Three Flowers Realm now melted naturally beneath the illumination of the Golden Core's new power, like ice and snow meeting the spring sun. In an instant, every confusion found its answer.
He gripped the hilt of the Seven Killings Blade, his fingertips gently brushing its blade. The exhilarating sensation from unleashing Stars Shift and Constellations Turn still lingered in his mind.
The turning of stars, the drawing of trajectories, borrowing force to transform force, using the enemy's spear to strike the enemy's shield—all that mystery had converged in that single slash.
Yet he vaguely sensed that the Seven Killings Blade's third form was far from his current limit. A still deeper realm lay ahead, waiting for