An overwhelming aura spread through the air, the clouds churning like surging waves.
Chen Fan hovered above the center of the altar, his entire body emanating a radiant glow, the violet-gold light especially vivid and brilliant.
The injuries to his physical body were also healing. The Golden Core within his dantian cracked open, its fragments falling away one by one, revealing an infant-like little head. Looking closely, it was clearly a miniature Chen Fan, seated cross-legged within his dantian with closed eyes.
His cultivation continued to rise, advancing from Golden Core Late Stage toward the Nascent Soul Realm. The Golden Core fragments slowly peeled away, but once the entire head of the Nascent Soul was exposed, the fragments abruptly stopped falling, as though constrained by something and forcibly halted.
"Hm?" Chen Fan frowned. He could feel his intent continuing to rise, and his Divine Soul had already entered the Nascent Soul Realm, yet the Golden Core's transformation remained incomplete. This left him puzzled.
At the same time, he sensed that the phenomenon in the sky was highly unusual. The shifting winds and clouds were not caused by his intent. Those rolling black clouds brought him an oppressive feeling.
"Hehe, so what if you've reached Nascent Soul Early Stage? You still can't change anything. In the end, you'll still have to get the hell out of here." Crown Prince Li stared coldly at Chen Fan. He had already reached a compromise with the people of the Eastern Wasteland. He wanted Chen Fan dead, while they wanted to obtain the precious arts from Chen Fan before letting him die. Their goals did not conflict.
"Master, we're full!" At that moment, the first and second primary souls rushed over from not far from the altar, followed by a hundred thousand vengeful souls. Their