"This cup, to truth."
"This cup, to knowledge."
Taking out a flask of spirit wine, Liu Yu raised it toward the distant mountains and drank two cups in succession.
It was as though he had crossed time and space to converse with cultivators who had already passed away.
Then he smiled faintly, turned, and walked toward his cave abode.
Qingyang Peak, cultivation room.
Liu Yu sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, azure spiritual light flickering across his face. He released his spirit pressure without restraint, its intensity almost enough to leave ordinary Golden Core cultivators dumbstruck.
Without the formation containing it, low-level cultivators probably could not have endured such powerful spirit pressure for long.
As his vast, pure magic power circulated, sounds like towering waves crashing through a storm came from within his body-the sound of blood and magic power flowing.
"Whew..."
Finishing his cultivation, Liu Yu slowly opened his eyes and gently exhaled a breath of stale air. A divine gleam flashed through his eyes and vanished.
Counting it up, five years have passed since I returned to Southern Heaven, almost without my noticing.
With the Azure Nether Pills' help, my qi cultivation has advanced steadily.
I'm only one step away from the golden core peak, already at the point where I can attempt to break through the nascent soul bottleneck.
But to be safe, I should reach the golden core peak before making the attempt.
He quietly considered this as he ceased circulating his power and stood.
After all, for the vast majority of cultivators, there was only one chance to challenge the nascent soul bottleneck.
However thorough their preparations, the odds of succeeding on a second attempt were vanishingly small.
Throughout the Cultivation World's million years of recorded history, fewer than a hundred people had succeeded