"Good, as you wish!" Lin Ti nodded approvingly at those words. As an expert sword cultivator, he rather appreciated this way of doing things.
"Wait... wait..." Blood Lion cried out in panic, only to see an icicle plunge down. A blade as massive as a courtyard pillar descended from the sky and pinned him straight to the ground.
The next instant, a perfectly round, blood-red core flew out of his ruined body.
It was his true core.
When Core Formation Cultivators achieved success in cultivation, they refined the three treasures of their bodies-essence, qi, and spirit-into one, forming a true core with considerable reserves.
If this true core escaped and found a suitable Dao Body to inhabit, it could immediately use the three treasures stored within to recover, though it would remain weak for a long time.
This was somewhat like the transformation involved when a soul seized another body. The difference was that a true core could not turn from substance into intangibility as a soul could, becoming invisible and untouchable.
But by continuing to cultivate along this path, one could gather all three treasures of the body into the soul. An Yin Spirit could seize another body, while a Yang Spirit could even revive out of thin air, creating its own vital blood and primordial qi from the void.
Or there were mighty cultivators who attained the Dao through their physical bodies. Every drop of their vital blood contained extraordinary power, allowing them to be reborn from a single drop.
Thus, whatever Dao Path or route high-level cultivators followed, they possessed abundant means of preserving their lives. Low-level cultivators could never truly kill them, and sometimes even cultivators of the same level found them troublesome.
Lin Ti, however, was no ordinary man. He had killed other Core Formation