A torrent of ink surged through her body, finally pouring into her Dantian.
Sss—
A soft sound.
Like a wolf-hair brush saturated with ink, touching down on rice paper.
Upon the radiant golden martial core, a jet-black ink mark had appeared.
BOOM!!!
As the ink mark took shape, the Golden Core began to turn once more.
The vast, oceanlike essence of heaven and earth outside surged through Jiang Yuechu's pores, pouring into her body.
The true qi that had occupied only a corner of her Dantian began to swell at a terrifying rate.
Twice as much.
Three times as much.
Six times as much...
The Golden Core settled, and an ink mark was born.
Jiang Yuechu felt her mind quake. As the Hundred Demons Compendium turned, a line of ancient, archaic text slowly surfaced in her heart.
Ink stains the Golden Core, opening chaos; the brush dances like dragons and snakes, startling ghosts and gods.
All spirits bow and return to a single aperture; from this day forth, a mortal body becomes a saint's.
"Whew..."
Jiang Yuechu slowly opened her eyes.
"So this is the Ink-Dotting Realm?"
She lowered her gaze to her hands. Beneath her skin, faint light flowed; they were fair and smooth, like white jade.
She clenched a fist. Her strength hadn't increased by much.
But the greatest change was the true qi surging through her body.
At the Core Formation Realm, her Golden Core had been fragile and could hold only so much. Whenever she fought, she'd had to use her true qi sparingly.
Now, even if she conserved it, she had enough to last half an hour.
No wonder people said that until you reached Ink-Dotting, you couldn't know its wonders.
Crossing this threshold truly made all the difference in the world.
With a thought,