noffsinger Chapter 92 The Storm of Core Formation in the Netherworld Surges, Han Yi Breaks Through the Realm wi
Chapter 92 The Storm of Core Formation in the Netherworld Surges, Han Yi Breaks Through the Realm wi
Han Yi knew the current situation was extremely precarious. In this perilous Netherworld Forest, improving his strength was of utmost urgency to successfully complete the task assigned by his master. That intense sense of urgency hung like a sword of Damocles over his heart, prompting him to resolutely decide to first attempt to form his core, thereby enhancing his strength and better preparing him to cope with the impending crises.
Han Yi's thirst for power burned like a raging fire, driving him to act decisively. Without hesitation, he carefully gathered the thousands of Netherworld Wolf inner cores and numerous low-grade spirit stones he had obtained through his previous bloody battles. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes gleaming with a resolute light, like brilliant stars in the night sky, revealing his intense desire for a breakthrough.
Returning to the depths of the cave where he had previously refined pills, Han Yi casually piled numerous inner cores and spirit stones in an open space less than a meter away, surrounding himself as if these things were trash. Then he sat cross-legged, and Wang Weiwei, two meters away, also sat quietly cross-legged.
Wang Weiwei also longed to form her core and improve her strength. However, she knew that she was different from Han Yi. Han Yi was like a "monster" in the cultivation world. The energy required for him to form his core was extremely large. Therefore, he needed to accumulate a mountain of inner cores and many spirit stones. She only had ten low-grade spirit stones around her.
Her expression was solemn, her brows furrowed into a deep frown. It must be understood that for most cultivators, forming the Core is undoubtedly an extremely difficult hurdle to overcome; many cultivators of average talent spend decades just to achieve it.
The pressure made her breathing rapid and heavy, each breath like a bellows, her chest heaving violently. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, her hands unconsciously resting on her knees, her fingers trembling slightly.
She sighed softly and muttered to herself, "Forming the Core is extremely difficult. Although I am slightly better than those ordinary cultivators, I dare not slack off in the slightest."
She glanced at Han Yi, who was preparing to form his core, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her.
"This guy, I wonder what kind of freak he is, that he needs such a huge amount of resources to form his core. I'd better work harder and hope I can break through smoothly this time."
She shook her head slightly, trying to shake off the distracting thoughts in her mind. Then she took a deep breath, tried to adjust her state, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her mind so that she could devote herself wholeheartedly to the process of forming her core.
Han Yi was surrounded by mountains of inner cores and gleaming spirit stones. The pure white light emanating from the spirit stones and the dark red glow from the inner cores illuminated the cave in a strange and dreamlike way, as if it were a mysterious fairyland.
However, beneath this beautiful appearance lies a tremendous energy fluctuation, which has already attracted some ferocious beasts and spirit beasts around the basin where Han Yi and his group are located, all eager to rush towards the cave.
Inside the cave, Tuoba Xun'er, Lu Xuefeng, and Po Yue stood guard two zhang away, serving as protectors.
Tuoba Xun'er frowned, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, revealing a keen and vigilant gaze. She released her divine sense, closely monitoring the movements within a few miles of the cave. Not missing a single sound, her ears perked up like antennas, not letting the slightest noise escape her notice.
Lu Xuefeng gripped a long spear tightly in one hand, and also used his divine sense to constantly detect the movements within a two-mile radius, ready to deal with any possible emergencies.
Po Yue sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, concentrating. He had not yet formed his core, and his spiritual power had not yet been refined into divine consciousness, so he could only sit there quietly and wait. His face was as taut as if cast in steel, completely expressionless.
Outside the cave, sixty or seventy guards at the Foundation Establishment stage or above sat cross-legged neatly on an open area near the entrance. They appeared relaxed, but their nerves were taut. Each casually toyed with their weapon, their fingers unconsciously rubbing it listlessly, yet their eyes constantly scanned their surroundings with vigilance. The muscles in their arms were tense, as if they could unleash tremendous power at any moment to deliver a fatal blow. The swords gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if the slightest danger could instantly slice through the air, sending chills down one's spine.
"Everyone, pay attention!" Spirit Eyes, one of the Thirteen Eagles, whispered a reminder to the others. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he swept across the surroundings.
With Po Yue, Tuoba Xun'er, and Lu Xuefeng all absent, he will temporarily take command of the group. It is still daytime, not the most terrifying time in the Netherworld Forest. The most troublesome time will come at night when the beasts run rampant.
"Young Master's Core Formation this time concerns the future of all of us. We all know that this Netherworld Forest is fraught with danger, and only by becoming stronger can we go further. Therefore, none of us should be careless. Even if it costs us our lives, we must not let anything interfere with Young Master's cultivation in the cave!"
As he spoke, he gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The other guards nodded in agreement, and one of them whispered in response, "Don't worry, Commander Spirit Eye, we know what's important."
Sitting not far away, Li Ming's face was gloomy, his dissatisfaction written all over his face. He pursed his lips, a hint of resentment and frustration flashing in his eyes. With his initial Core Formation cultivation, he was undoubtedly the strongest in this competition, and by all accounts, he should have been in command of everyone. But because of his impulsive actions earlier, he had ended up in this situation where Han Yi did not value him.
He sighed helplessly, crossed his arms, and leaned back slightly, trying to appear relaxed, but the tightness in his lips betrayed his true feelings. "Ugh, what bad luck," he muttered under his breath.
However, he was also keenly aware of the heavy responsibility he bore at this moment. He and Han Yi had now formed a master-servant contract, and he understood the principle of shared honor and shared disgrace. If Han Yi died, he too would face certain death. Thinking of this, he frowned, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
"Forget it, let's focus on the present first."
He reassured himself, then sat up straight, his gaze hardening. He released his spiritual sense to closely monitor the surrounding area within a mile, not missing any possible anomalies. Although he still harbored resentment, faced with a matter of life and death, he could only temporarily set aside his personal emotions and fulfill his duty, for this was currently his only way out.
Han Yi took a deep breath, and in that instant, his eyes became firm and sharp before he slowly closed them; a powerful, suffocating suction force emanated from his body like a black hole that devoured everything, frantically drawing in his inner core, spirit stones, and spiritual energy from the surrounding dozens of miles of the Netherworld Forest into his dantian.
Then, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded. All 108 acupoints within his body opened simultaneously, like 108 deep black holes leading to a mysterious universe, unleashing a terrifying devouring power. The spiritual energy from the Netherworld Wolf's inner core and the spirit stones surged towards his body like raging torrents at an almost frenzied pace. Each acupoint was like the mouth of a greedy beast, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy. The spiritual energy within the entire cave was churned like an apocalyptic storm, howling as if it would tear the cave apart, sending chills down one's spine. The rocks in the cave trembled under the impact of this powerful force; some small stones even fell from the cave walls, crashing to the ground with a crisp sound, as if providing accompaniment to this grand feast of power.