Wang Chen waited in silence as Fatty Yang Kai made his way over, his thoughts drifting restlessly.
The limit of a Golden Core should be one meter…
That fact was carved into the foundation of cultivation itself. One meter was the peak, the theoretical extreme, the boundary no one crossed.
Yet his core had been compressed further.
Fifty centimeters.
Just thinking about it made his head ache.
He still vividly remembered the sheer brutality of compressing the quantal Qi Sea down to one-hundredth of its original size. Every moment had felt like tearing the world apart with his bare hands. It was a miracle he had succeeded at all.
And yet the system had done this next step so casually, as if it were nothing more than smoothing a wrinkle.
A dangerous thought surfaced.
Is there another level beyond this?
If one meter wasn't the end… then what came next?
What kind of Golden Core would be born if it were compressed even further?
