Lin Fan remained calm and utterly still, refining himself within the Great Cauldron without a ripple of disturbance.
A full half month passed, yet he continued. His flesh cracked and healed, only for the cycle to begin again.
At its worst, his bones and organs were exposed, and even the spirit between his brows dimmed, as though on the verge of destruction. The danger was extreme.
Yue Chan watched with a trembling heart. Who cultivated like this? He was walking a tightrope, recklessly courting disaster.
Fortunately, Lin Fan endured every time. His flesh and spirit were powerful enough that neither shattered nor went out.
Meanwhile, his body shed a layer of charred old skin, revealing a physique as translucent as jade. It was not only stronger, but also brimming with spirituality.
Every inch of his flesh, every rune, seemed to come alive. Even without being activated, they could take the initiative to refine the Divine Radiance of heaven and earth.
His spirit underwent the same change, growing considerably stronger and giving a soft chime. The power it contained was as vast as an abyss, astonishing beyond measure.
At that moment, everything settled. The Great Cauldron stopped trembling and emitted a gentle halo. The Yin-Yang energies no longer boiled, reaching a state in which dragon and tiger complemented one another—a sign that the "golden core" was about to form.
Seated cross-legged inside the cauldron, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes. The cracks on his body had vanished, leaving him lustrous and white as jade, enveloped in golden radiance and brimming with vitality.
When his hair lifted, each strand shone with a pale golden glow, making him look sacred and inviolable.
His body was luminous, his skin finer than a woman's. As his blood flowed, peals of thunder rang out, revealing boundless