Chapter 801: Chapter 69 Is Dad’s Golden Core Aweso?_3 Chapter 801: Chapter 69 Is Dad’s Golden Core Aweso?_3 After that, cultivators would face the true test.
Above the sky, the dark clouds, thick as ink, lood overhead, and then the seventh heavenly thunderbolt slashed straight down from their midst…
In a quiet instant.
Outside Wanfa Peak, several figures erged.
They gazed with grave concentration at the tribulation clouds above Wanfa Peak.
Cui Daqi, Qi Yan, Wei Rong, Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi…
And in the skies above the Wanxiang Sect.
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Within the depths of the three halls, eyes ca to rest on Wang Ba.
Even higher up.
In Taihe Palace, nurous eyes looked down at Wanfa Peak, their expressions complex and indecipherable.
Yet Wang Ba paid no attention to these onlookers.
His gaze, neither sad nor happy, calmly watched the rumbling tribulation clouds above.
“The last one…”
The tribulation clouds brewed.
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He too was making his last preparations.
Inside his Dantian, a Golden Core, round and full, the size of a goose egg, was spinning ceaselessly.
And on the surface of the Golden Core, it seed as if sothing was struggling within, trying to break out.
As if it wanted to burst forth.
Yet perhaps lacking sothing, those things could never break through.
Finally.
From within the black clouds, an intense roar sounded, and in an instant, it thundered in the surrounding area.
A streak of lightning, like a giant serpent, descended swiftly!
What ca even faster, however, was a blade light so dazzlingly bright, so utterly condensed.
The blade light, as sharp as a white silk ribbon, interwove with the lightning in an instant, and the world suddenly paled…
“Mom, did Dad make it?”
Outside Wanfa Peak, Bu Chan imdiately shielded the young boy behind her with her mana for protection.
Yet the boy couldn’t help but anxiously tug at Bu Chan’s arm, wanting to look towards Wanfa Peak.
Though he said he disliked it, what boy would truly dislike his own father.
Especially since…
although his father seldom returned ho, every visit was a delightful and exhilarating playti.
So it wasn’t that he disliked his father, just that he disliked the infrequency of his visits.
But then he realized that his mother’s arms were unmovable like an old tree, and he could only look up at her, only to discover her eyes filled with imasurable worries and anxieties…
Just then, a familiar figure descended not far away.
Seeing this figure, the boy’s eyes lit up, and he waved his hand with surprise and joy:
“Master!
Master!”
The figure had dark skin like that of an old farr.
Seeing the boy, a tender smile imdiately spread across his face:
“Liu Jin…”
Bu Chan, hearing the sound, snapped out of her daze.
With a worried look, she glanced at the top of Wanfa Peak and quickly gave a respectful bow to the old farr:
“Bu Chan pays respect to Master.”
The old farr waved his hand dismissively: “There’s no need for such formality.”
But the boy Bu Chan had shielded couldn’t help saying, “Master, my na is Wang Yi’an, please stop calling by my nickna…
Master, how is my father?”
Bu Chan also couldn’t help but look towards the old farr.
In the years under her master’s guidance, the deficit she had suffered from giving birth to Wang Yi’an was finally replenished, and she had made further progress, stepping into the middle stage of Foundation Establishnt.
But with her cultivation level, looking towards the peak of Wanfa Peak at this mont, she could only see a blinding light and was completely unaware of what was happening there.
The old farr, however, nodded slightly with a smile:
“Don’t worry; your father is doing very well.”
“Really?”
There was so skepticism on the boy’s face, and he turned his eyes, asking, “Master, could you let see?”
“Wang Yi’an!”
Bu Chan couldn’t help but give a low scolding.
She was stopped by the old farr’s gesture, who then said with a smile:
“It’s fine.
If Liu Jin wants to see, then let him see.”
“My na is not Liu Jin; my na is Wang Yi’an!”
The boy couldn’t help but protest again.
But the next second, he found himself involuntarily flying towards the old farr.
He couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.
“Don’t be afraid!”
With a gentle pat, the boy felt a cool sensation over his eyes, as if sothing had been sared on them.
Then he heard the old farr commanding softly:
“Look!”
With a stroke of luck, the boy quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the top of Wanfa Peak.
Next, he was stunned by the sight before him.
Above the peak, lightning flooded the area like a Thunder Prison.
That longed-for, familiar figure was walking calmly amidst the lightning.
In front of him, a Golden Core the size of a goose egg kept rotating, attracting the surging lightning, continuously hamring on the golden sphere.
And amidst the lightning strikes,
five unique, colorful patterns gradually erged on the Golden Core.
“What’s that golden egg…?”
The boy couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
“That’s called a Golden Core.”
The old farr’s voice rang beside the boy’s ear: “One can only achieve it after entering into cultivation…”
“Is the Golden Core…
powerful?”
A hint of longing rose in the boy’s eyes, and he couldn’t resist asking curiously.
After thinking for a mont, the old farr shook his head and said, “The Golden Core is but a minor stage; however, your father’s Golden Core is quite exceptional.”
Upon hearing the old farr’s words, the boy’s eyes brightened with excitent, and he pressed eagerly, “My father’s Golden Core is very powerful?
How powerful is it?
More so than yours, Master?”
“Wang Yi’an, hold your tongue!”
Bu Chan, gazing toward the top of Wanfa Peak, couldn’t help but chide the boy sharply upon hearing his words.
“It’s okay.”
The old farr said with a smile, waving it off, his eyes scanning the distance where the lightning was beginning to subside, and the shadowy figure erging, remarking sentintally:
“Your father is certainly remarkable.
Just this Golden Core alone…
within our Wanxiang Sect, less than ten can match it, even surpassing how formidable your master was in his youth.”
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