Inside the Stone Chamber, dense spiritual energy swirled, while a vast Dao aura filled the air. Bald Bird and the Bee King had not entered to disturb Chen Fan's secluded cultivation. He sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes quietly closed.
His Golden Core Great Dao was steadily consolidating, and the Dao marks were growing ever clearer!
Several dozen days later, he opened his eyes. His Divine Soul injuries had long since healed, while his Golden Core Great Dao had taken a crucial, massive step forward. His foundation was incomparably solid and firm. The practical experience accumulated through all manner of life-and-death battles had saved him much time that would otherwise have been spent feeling his way forward.
To cultivate the Sword Immortal Path was to fight. Sometimes, ten years of comprehending the Dao might not compare to a single life-and-death battle. Of course, ten years of comprehending the Dao would let things fall into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel, safe and steady. But in a life-and-death battle, the one who died could very well be oneself. Enormous gains were often accompanied by terrifying risks.
Yet Chen Fan had continuously survived life-and-death battles. Relying on his vast combat experience, he steadily consolidated his own realm step by step.
"Immortal Sect, Wuya Sword... wait for me!" Chen Fan muttered softly after opening his eyes.
But he no longer had an Avatar Dao Talisman. Opening that black coffin also required an immense amount of time, and even then, it could only last for a few breaths. Otherwise, even his true body would be shattered.
"I need some treasure armor!" Chen Fan frowned in thought. After clearing the ninth level in the Heavenly Court, he had obtained a Golden Thread Robe, a top-grade Magic Tool. But that was