On the west side of Tingyu Market, a faint sandalwood fragrance filled a temporary cave dwelling, where Yu Daoist sat cross-legged.
He wore a moon-white long robe, gently twisting a teacup with his fingers, presenting a cultured and refined demeanor, though a trace of fierce expression occasionally flashed in his eyes.
He had come here this time to break through his cultivation, complete the Blood Banner ritual, and gather information.
"Hmm?"
Yu Daoist suddenly opened his eyes, frowning slightly.
He clearly felt the heaven and earth spiritual qi around him converging rapidly in one direction, forming an invisible tide of spiritual qi rushing straight to the sky.
"Could it be... someone is forming a Golden Core?"
His heart stirred, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
When a cultivator tries to form a Golden Core, if they fail, not only will they suffer great loss of primordial qi, but their treasures will also become ownerless, which is a perfect opportunity for plunder.
