Li Yunjing slowly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning vanishing through them, his once-deep pupils now seeming to hold two seas of thunder.
He rose to his feet and stood still. His figure looked no different from usual, yet it gave off an oppressive feeling of "a deep pool stilled, a towering mountain rooted."
It was the weight of power completely drawn inward, the unique aura of an eighth-heaven Golden Core Realm cultivator.
"Whew..."
He breathed out lightly, and the force of that breath turned into a fine thread of lightning that pierced through the distant stone wall, leaving behind a smooth little hole.
Feeling the spiritual energy surging endlessly through his body, feeling the resonance between his soul and the thunder of heaven and earth, feeling the explosive power contained in his flesh, the corners of Li Yunjing's mouth lifted in a faint smile.
This transformation was absolutely not a simple rise in realm.
His soul had become a "thunder soul," his flesh had turned into a "thunder body," and his Golden Core had condensed "thunder patterns." The mutation of essence, energy, and spirit had caused his combat strength to undergo a qualitative leap.
Never mind sixth-heaven Nascent Soul cultivators—even if it were seventh- or eighth-heaven Nascent Soul cultivators, he was confident he could kill them!
"Still not enough! I need to cultivate this realm to perfection as much as possible!"
With a plan in mind, Li Yunjing once again gathered his essence, energy, and spirit, uniting the three as one. Using the large stock of pills and High-grade Spirit Stones on him, he began to charge toward the perfected eighth heaven of the Golden Core Realm!
Brilliant seven-colored divine radiance shone dazzlingly, and his figure was hidden within the boundless light, no longer visible.
At this moment,