When Lin Ke woke again, a vortex formed by gathering Spirit Power had already appeared around him.
Dimly, he seemed to have touched the threshold of the Golden Core Late Stage. Wisps of Heavenly Tribulation power, fine as gossamer, flickered in and out of existence, while his own Spirit Power had grown pure and dense, showing faint signs of transformation.
The Golden Core inside him alternated between a solid core and a flowing state. Sometimes, it even transformed into the rudimentary shape of an infant, though the resemblance remained indistinct.
But Lin Ke also understood that he was still some distance from the true Nascent Soul Realm.
That distance seemed no greater than the thickness of a paper window, but piercing that paper was no easy feat.
To comprehend the method of reaching this realm, he might still need to calm his mind and work toward it gradually.
Perhaps he would need an even greater opportunity.
He looked toward where Feng Jinyan was trapped and discovered that, in just a few short days, his body had actually become misshapen.
His once strong, muscular body now looked somewhat withered and gaunt.
This was the result of enduring immense pressure for a prolonged period.
Sensing Lin Ke's gaze, Feng Jinyan slowly opened his eyes.
Only seven or eight days had passed, yet to him, it felt as though decades had gone by.
He could barely even recognize Lin Ke before him.
He tried to speak, only to discover that his lungs could not force his voice out.
Instead, a few hoarse howls emerged. The Myriad Transformations Profound Nether Bell around him had become nearly transparent, like the body of a jellyfish.
Feeling the smooth, refreshing flow within his body, Lin Ke could not help perking up.
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