"This is … my inner core?"
Zhong Yue raised his hand and watched as the inner core flew into his palm. He could vaguely see a tiny speck of dust hovering above his palm; it felt as if even the softest breeze would be able to blow it away.
But there wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind about it being his inner core. Although it looked pitifully small, it was strong and sturdy as it was the fusion of all of Zhong Yue's blood essence and arcane energy, condensed by the totem patterns — this was his greatest achievement by far!
The moment the inner core was condensed, Zhong Yue felt something, a unique feeling he had never experienced before. He could feel … his life.
There were two aspects to one's lifespan – one was the that of the soul, and the other the that of the body. Both of which he had vaguely sensed in his cultivation, but now, they had clearly presented themselves before him.
