Within the Solar Abyss, shrouded in endless light.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged beneath a tree.
With every breath, spiritual energy and Great Sun essence surged in from a radius of twelve hundred kilometers, pouring into his body and spreading through his meridians and dantian.
After layer upon layer of purification and transformation, they became tiny drops of magical power, forging a foundation of unfathomable depth to ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators. For its sake, he had given up soaring through the cultivation ranks.
If a Dao Child pursued cultivation speed with all his might, the results would be terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, over the course of a single seclusion, he might go from your peer to your senior—and a powerful senior at that, with a foundation that was anything but hollow.
Yet no Dao Child would do so.
They lacked neither resources nor safety. Their positions were secure, and they faced no challenge that demanded they seize every moment.
Every Dao Child had his sights set on Void Refining and the realms beyond.
Every part of their foundation was built to that standard. They dreaded the slightest deviation.
Anyone who caused even the tiniest flaw in their foundation would earn their undying hatred, even if it meant a great leap in cultivation.
Not even a child of a Void Refining cultivator would be exempt. At most, they would bury their hatred deep in their hearts.
But however deep a foundation was, however slow the pace of cultivation, there was a limit in the end.
Now, spiritual energy and Great Sun essence poured in, transformed and absorbed by the meridians cultivated through the Nascent Soul section of the Myriad Transformations Magnetic Origin Scripture. At last, they formed a wisp of utterly pure magical power, imbued with the aura of