Although Zhang Xiaohua had gained much just now, after giving it some thought, he realized that he understood nothing at all about the evolution of the Heavenly Dao, which had taken the longest and drained the most energy; the starry-sky-bright meridians were likewise a cultivation art that had shown no response; he did not even know where the mysterious purple Qi, whose effects were unknown, had hidden itself within his body. All that remained was that streak of golden light transformed from an innate formation.
At the thought of formations, Zhang Xiaohua's heart grew hot. Ever since obtaining Fire Dragon True Person's jade slip regarding restrictions and formations on that deserted island, he had been deeply interested in them. Whenever he cultivated, he always found time to study them. Just now, his divine sense had merely swept over one of those talismans, yet he had sensed that the essence of formations contained within far surpassed Fire Dragon True Person's records. With his current cultivation, comprehending it was practically impossible. Thus, when that golden light carrying half of the mysterious purple Qi shot into somewhere behind his head, he had not panicked. Wasn't this just like the meridians and the mysterious purple Qi? So long as it was inside his body, there would come a day when he dug it out.
What he most wanted to inspect, and what was most likely to yield something, was the thin layer of golden formation upon the golden core in his Niwan Palace.
Yet when Zhang Xiaohua, full of anticipation and a little unease, immersed his divine sense into the golden core within his Niwan Palace, he nearly spat blood.
Why, you ask?
That tiny golden core was wrapped in a thin golden formation. This formation consisted of three hundred and sixty-five golden tadpole-shaped