lǐ qíng chuán shū de ， chú le jiàn dào zhī wài de gǎn wù ， hēi jiàn jī hū wán quán zì dòng guò lǜ diào 。
李晴传输的，除了剑道之外的感悟，黑剑几乎完全自动过滤掉。
Li Qing transmitted his insights, excluding the sword path, and the Black Sword almost completely filtered them out automatically.
méi yǒu jiē shòu fēn háo 。
没有接受分毫。
It did not accept any of it.
bù guò zhè yě zài lǐ qíng de yì liào zhī nèi 。
不过这也在李晴的意料之内。
However, this was within Li Qing’s expectations.
mù jiàn tiān zhī qí ， nǎi shì chún cuì de jiàn zhī fǎ zé zào wù 。
木剑天之奇，乃是纯粹的剑之法则造物。
The Wood Sword from Heaven is a pure creation of the laws of swords. How could it simply accommodate other principles?
yòu qǐ huì néng jiǎn dān róng nà qí tā fǎ zé ？
又岂会能简单容纳其他法则？
Li Qing didn’t lose heart; he tried various methods. Time passed slowly.
lǐ qíng méi yǒu qì něi ， biàn zhe huā yàng cháng shì 。
李晴没有气馁，变着花样尝试。
The Black Sword became increasingly solid, its aura growing stronger and more powerful.
shí jiān jiù zhè yàng huǎn huǎn liú shì 。
时间就这样缓缓流逝。
On that day, the Black Sword, which had always strongly rejected foreign objects, suddenly absorbed a bit more of Li Qing’s cultivated insights!
hēi jiàn yuè fā níng shí ， qí shàng yùn hán de qì xī yuè lái yuè qiáng dà 。
黑剑越发凝实，其上蕴含的气息越来越强大。
Li Qing's eyes lit up as he quickly scanned his mind and immediately locked onto the existence that seemed to be able to merge with the Black Sword.
zhè yī tiān ， duì yú wài lái wù yì zhí yǒu zhe qiáng liè pái chì de hēi jiàn ， hū de jiāng lǐ qíng wèi yǎng de gǎn wù duō xī shōu le yī sī ！
这一天，对于外来物一直有着强烈排斥的黑剑，忽的将李晴喂养的感悟多吸收了一丝！
It was "Clumsiness"!
lǐ qíng yǎn jīng yī liàng ， xùn sù pái chá zhī xià ， dùn shí suǒ dìng le nà sì hū néng gēn hēi jiàn róng hé de cún zài ！
李晴眼睛一亮，迅速排查之下，顿时锁定了那似乎能跟黑剑融合的存在！
"Retain Sharpness by Being Clumsy, Reaping the Benefits of Concealment. By Not Attacking, One Can Triumph in All..." Li Qing's mind suddenly burst with endless inspiration.
zhèng shì “ zhuō ”！
正是“拙”！
Some images were familiar, but he didn't know their source.
“ cáng fēng shǒu zhuō ， shōu jiàn zhī lì 。 yǐ qí bù gōng ， fāng néng wàn shèng ……”
“藏锋守拙，收剑之利。以其不攻，方能万胜……”
But Li Qing didn’t care; instead, he used this nearly overflowing inspiration to continuously infuse it into the Black Sword.
lǐ qíng nǎo hǎi zhōng ， shà shí bào fā chū yuán yuán bù duàn de líng gǎn 。
李晴脑海中，霎时爆发出源源不断的灵感。
The previously aloof and indifferent Black Sword, which had shown no interest in anything other than the sword path, now cooperated actively.
yǒu xiē huà miàn sì céng xiāng shí ， què bù zhī lái yuán hé chù 。
有些画面似曾相识，却不知来源何处。
It even seemed eager, eagerly accepting Li Qing's irrigation.
bù guò lǐ qíng què bìng bù zài yì ， ér shì yòng zhè jī hū pēn bó ér chū de líng gǎn ， duì hēi jiàn jìn xíng bù tíng de jiāo guàn 。
不过李晴却并不在意，而是用这几乎喷薄而出的灵感，对黑剑进行不停的交灌。
As Clumsiness was gradually added, the originally sharp and ostentatious Black Sword slowly lost its edge.
ér zhī qián shí fēn gāo lěng 、 chú le jiàn zhī dào yǐ wài ， qí tā shén me dōu bù gǎn xìng qù de hēi jiàn ， cǐ kè yě shì yì cháng pèi hé 。
而之前十分高冷、除了剑之道以外，其他什么都不感兴趣的黑剑，此刻也是异常配合。
It returned to being dark and unremarkable.
shèn zhì yǒu xiē kě wàng shì de ， zhǔ dòng jiē shòu zhe lǐ qíng de guàn gài 。
甚至有些渴望似的，主动接受着李晴的灌溉。
But Li Qing knew that this marked a significant step beyond ordinary sword paths for the Black Sword.
suí zhe zhuō zhī dào de huǎn huǎn jiā rù ， yuán běn suí zhe zhú jiàn chè dǐ chéng xíng ， ér biàn dé yǒu xiē fēng máng bì lù de hēi jiàn 。
随着拙之道的缓缓加入，原本随着逐渐彻底成型，而变得有些锋芒毕露的黑剑。
In the Sword Tomb, millions of discarded swords remained unaware.
cǐ kè què shì yòu màn màn jiāng fēng máng shī qù 。
此刻却是又慢慢将锋芒失去。
Only the central Wood Sword from Heaven emitted an almost imperceptible sword sound, expressing joy at the development.
chóng xīn biàn dé hēi qū qū 、 háo bù qǐ yǎn kāi lái 。
重新变得黑黢黢、毫不起眼开来。
Due to this sword sound, all other swords bowed again, but only Li Fan's side Black Sword seemed to bend in submission—actually remaining still.
dàn lǐ qíng zhī dào ， zhè shì hēi jiàn kuà guò le xún cháng jiàn dào de shù fù ， biàn dé gèng tū pò yī bù de xiàng zhēng 。
但李晴知道，这是黑剑跨过了寻常剑道的束缚，变得更突破一步的象征。
"Got it!"
jiàn zhǒng zhī zhōng ， qiān wàn bǐng yí jiàn méi yǒu sī háo chá jué 。
剑冢之中，千万柄遗剑没有丝毫察觉。
Li Qing knew that he was close to fully controlling the Black Sword.
wéi dú zhōng yāng de mù jiàn tiān zhī qí ， fā chū yī sī wēi bù kě jiàn de jiàn míng 。
唯独中央的木剑天之奇，发出一丝微不可见的剑鸣。
He closed his eyes and poured the final insights of the sword path into the Black Sword.
sì hū shì zài biǎo dá zhe zì shēn de xǐ yuè zhī qíng 。
似乎是在表达着自身的喜悦之情。
After the Wood Sword from Heaven’s sound, the Sword Tomb fell into an even deeper silence.
yīn wèi zhè shēng jiàn míng ， wàn jiàn zài dù fǔ shǒu 。 wéi yǒu lǐ fán shēn biān zhè bǐng hēi jiàn ， kàn shì tóng yàng wān shēn 。
因为这声剑鸣，万剑再度俯首。唯有李凡身边这柄黑剑，看似同样弯身。
It was eerie, almost causing Li Qing to hear phantom voices urging him to abandon the Black Sword in favor of other discarded swords.
shí zài yī dòng bù dòng 。
实在一动不动。
The vivid imagery of powerful swords destroying everything and their dazzling abilities kept appearing in his mind, trying to distract him.
“ chéng le ！”
“成了！”
But who could easily be swayed by such illusions?
lǐ qíng zhī dào ， jiē xià lái jù lí chè dǐ shōu fú zhè hēi jiàn tiān zhī qí ， bú huì tài yuǎn le 。
李晴知道，接下来距离彻底收服这黑剑天之奇，不会太远了。
Li Qing knew this might be a trick from the Wood Sword from Heaven. Perhaps it was wary of losing the Black Sword and setting up one last test. Or maybe it just didn't want to part with the Black Sword and was obstructing him on its own.
dāng xià bì qǐ yǎn ， jiāng nǎo hǎi zhōng zuì hòu guān yú jiàn dào de jīng huá gǎn wù ， zhù rù dào hēi jiàn qí zhōng 。
当下闭起眼，将脑海中最后关于剑道的精华感悟，注入到黑剑其中。
But no matter what, these tricks couldn’t affect Li Qing.
mù jiàn tiān zhī qí jiàn míng zhī hòu ， jiàn zhǒng xiàn rù le yù fā sǐ jì de zhuàng tài 。
木剑天之奇剑鸣之后，剑冢陷入了愈发死寂的状态。
Facing all these illusions, he remained unmoved. His mind merged with the Black Sword, leaving nothing else behind.
ān jìng de kě pà ， shèn zhì yú lǐ qíng ěr biān ， dōu yǒu zhǒng zhǒng huàn tīng chǎn shēng 。
安静的可怕，甚至于李晴耳边，都有种种幻听产生。
Three months later, Li Qing suddenly opened his eyes.
fǎng fú wàn qiān yí jiàn ， gè zì fā chū dī shēng xì yǔ 。 gǔ huò zhe lǐ qíng ， quàn shuō tā fàng qì shōu fú hēi jiàn 。 zhuǎn ér qǔ zǒu qí tā yí jiàn 。
仿佛万千遗剑，各自发出低声细语。蛊惑着李晴，劝说他放弃收服黑剑。转而取走其他遗剑。
In the next moment, he naturally grasped the hilt of the Black Sword with his right hand and gently pulled it out.
nà yī bǐng bǐng jiàn huǐ tiān miè dì 、 xuàn lì duō cǎi de wēi néng chǎng jǐng ， yě shì bù duàn chū xiàn zài lǐ qíng nǎo hǎi zhōng 。
那一柄柄剑毁天灭地、绚丽多彩的威能场景，也是不断出现在李晴脑海中。
There was no thunderous sound as a divine artifact emerged; in fact, not even a whisper.
shì tú rǎo luàn lǐ qíng de xīn zhì 。
试图扰乱李晴的心志。
With a calm demeanor, the Black Sword fell into Li Qing's hands.
dàn lǐ qíng hé xǔ rén yě ， yòu zěn me kě néng bèi zhè yàng qīng yì gǔ huò 。
但李晴何许人也，又怎么可能被这样轻易蛊惑。
The discarded swords within the Sword Tomb seemed unaware of this development.
tā zhī dào zhè kě néng shì mù jiàn tiān zhī qí àn zhōng shǐ de xiǎo shǒu duàn 。
他知道这可能是木剑天之奇暗中使的小手段。
Even the central Wood Sword from Heaven made no objections.
jiū qí yuán yīn ， kě néng shì bù fàng xīn hēi jiàn bèi tā qǔ zǒu ， yīn ér bù xià de zuì hòu yī dào kǎo yàn 。
究其原因，可能是不放心黑剑被他取走，因而布下的最后一道考验。
Silence meant acceptance.
yě yǒu kě néng ， shì chū yú shī qù hēi jiàn de bù shě ， ér zì fā de zǔ náo 。
也有可能，是出于失去黑剑的不舍，而自发的阻挠。
The silence inside the Sword Tomb confirmed Li Qing’s success.
dàn bù guǎn rú hé ， zhè xiē xiǎo bǎ xì ， zhōng jiū wú fǎ duì lǐ qíng zào chéng yǐng xiǎng 。
但不管如何，这些小把戏，终究无法对李晴造成影响。
"Using the Wondrous Heavens to Build a Foundation."
miàn duì wàn qiān huàn xiàng ， lǐ qíng shǐ zhōng kuī rán bù dòng 。
面对万千幻象，李晴始终岿然不动。
Li Qing silently repeated, and his hand suddenly transformed into a faint glow that entered his body.
xīn shén yǔ hēi jiàn hé yī ， zài wú páng wù 。
心神与黑剑合一，再无旁物。
It flew to his dantian and settled there.
rú cǐ ， zhí zhì sān yuè zhī hòu 。
如此，直至三月之后。
Moments later, the golden core at full perfection in Li Qing's body instantly surged with energy.
zhè yī tiān ， lǐ qíng hū de zhēng kāi le shuāng yǎn 。
这一天，李晴忽的睁开了双眼。
Like a thousand rivers flowing to the sea, this energy rushed towards the Black Sword.
xià yī kè ， shēn chū yòu shǒu ， zì rán ér rán de wò zhù le hēi jiàn jiàn bǐng 。
下一刻，伸出右手，自然而然的握住了黑剑剑柄。
Under the surging energy, the Black Sword gradually became ethereal and fully integrated into Li Qing’s dantian as his foundation.
suí hòu qīng qīng yī bá 。
随后轻轻一拔。
"Perceiving Heavenly Laws to Refine the Golden Core."
méi yǒu shén me shén wù chū shì de jīng tiān dòng dì de xiǎng shēng 。
没有什么神物出世的惊天动地的响声。
Li Qing continued to chant. The surging energy didn’t stop; it flowed toward the Black Sword's foundation.
zhǔn què de lái shuō ， shì yī sī yì xiǎng dōu méi yǒu fā chū 。
准确的来说，是一丝异响都没有发出。
In the swirling vortex of energy, the faint shadow of the Black Sword became increasingly pale until it vanished completely.
yún dàn fēng qīng zhōng ， hēi jiàn jiù zhè yàng luò rù lǐ qíng shǒu zhōng 。
云淡风轻中，黑剑就这样落入李晴手中。
A vast abyss seemed to form, swallowing all the energy.
jiàn zhǒng zhōng de wàn qiān yí jiàn ， fǎng fú duì cǐ méi yǒu sī háo chá jué 。
剑冢中的万千遗剑，仿佛对此没有丝毫察觉。
Boom!
shèn zhì zuì zhōng yāng de mù jiàn tiān zhī qí ， yě méi yǒu zuò chū rèn hé fǎn duì yì si 。
甚至最中央的木剑天之奇，也没有做出任何反对意思。
A bright light erupted, like the brilliance at the beginning of creation.
chén mò ， jiù shì rèn kě 。
沉默，就是认可。
It illuminated Li Qing’s body.
jiàn zhǒng zhōng de sǐ jì ， wú yì yú shuō míng le lǐ qíng de chéng gōng 。
剑冢中的死寂，无异于说明了李晴的成功。
The light flashed for a few breaths before fading away.
“ jiǎ tiān dì zhī qí ， yǐ zhù dào jī 。”
“假天地之奇，以筑道基。”
In its place was a uniquely black golden core exuding an ancient and unadorned aura.
lǐ qíng xīn zhōng mò niàn ， ér hòu shǒu zhōng de hēi jiàn běn tǐ shà shí huà zuò yī dào yōu guāng ， róng rù tǐ nèi 。
李晴心中默念，而后手中的黑剑本体霎时化作一道幽光，融入体内。
If one looked closely, they could faintly see patterns resembling sword shadows on the black golden core.
fēi dùn zhì dān tián zhī zhōng ， qī xī xià lái 。
飞遁至丹田之中，栖息下来。
But it seemed like a visual illusion in darkness; upon closer inspection, the patterns vanished.
piàn kè zhī hòu ， lǐ qíng tǐ nèi nà jīn dān yuán mǎn jìng jiè de líng lì ， shùn jiān fèi téng qǐ lái 。
片刻之后，李晴体内那金丹圆满境界的灵力，瞬间沸腾起来。
The Golden Core was formed!
wǎn ruò wàn shuǐ bēn liú ， qí qí cháo zhe hēi jiàn yǒng qù 。
宛若万水奔流，齐齐朝着黑剑涌去。
It took only several breaths from start to finish.
rú bǎi chuān dōng dào hǎi ， zài xiōng yǒng de líng lì chōng shuā xià ， hēi jiàn zhú jiàn biàn dé xū huà 。
如百川东到海，在汹涌的灵力冲刷下，黑剑逐渐变得虚化。
Li Qing transformed from an empty shell of a Golden Core at full perfection to a true cultivator who had built his foundation with the Black Sword from Heaven and achieved the Golden Core stage.
chè dǐ róng rù lǐ qíng dān tián zhī nèi ， huà zuò tā de dào jī 。
彻底溶入李晴丹田之内，化作他的道基。
However, Li Qing wasn’t satisfied.
“ kuī tiān dì zhī fǎ ， yǐ liàn jīn dān 。”
“窥天地之法，以炼金丹。”
"Swallowing Heavenly Essence to Form the Primordial Core."
lǐ qíng xīn zhōng zài dù cháng yín dào 。
李晴心中再度长吟道。
Li Qing continued to chant in his mind.
tǐ nèi pēng pài de líng lì yī jiù bù céng tíng xiē ， xiōng yǒng de cháo zhe hēi jiàn dào jī yǒng qù 。
体内澎湃的灵力依旧不曾停歇，汹涌的朝着黑剑道基涌去。
Ordinary cultivators needed a daoist realm as a base to achieve the Primordial Core stage, but those who built their foundation with the Wondrous Heavens didn't need one.
líng lì dà xuán wō zhōng ， hēi jiàn xū yǐng yuè lái yuè dàn 。
灵力大漩涡中，黑剑虚影越来越淡。
The Wondrous Heavens itself was part of the Heavenly Dao and could be transformed into its own daoist realm.
zuì zhōng ， xiāo mǐ wú xíng de tóng shí 。 hǎo sì xíng chéng yī dào shēn yuān ， jìn shù jiāng suǒ yǒu líng lì tūn mò 。
最终，消弭无形的同时。好似形成一道深渊，尽数将所有灵力吞没。
Li Qing’s mind moved, causing the newly formed black golden core to explode instantly.
hōng ！
轰！
The swirling energy within it spread throughout his body in an instant.
yī dào liàng guāng bào fā ， wǎn ruò tiān dì chū kāi shí de guāng huá 。
一道亮光爆发，宛若天地初开时的光华。
Countless fragments of the black golden core flew to various parts of his body.
jiāng lǐ qíng de tǐ nèi chè dǐ zhào liàng 。
将李晴的体内彻底照亮。
They seemed random but were actually well-placed!
guāng máng shǎn dòng ， chí xù le shù xī de shí jiān 。
光芒闪动，持续了数息的时间。
The distribution of the golden core's remnants vaguely resembled the original Black Sword’s form.
dāng zhè cì yǎn de liàng guāng zuì zhōng tùn qù zhī hòu ， yī kē tōng tǐ qī hēi 、 sàn fà zhe gǔ piáo wú huá qì xī de bié yàng jīn dān ， jiù zhè yàng chū xiàn zài lǐ qíng dān tián zhī zhōng 。
当这刺眼的亮光最终褪去之后，一颗通体漆黑、散发着古朴无华气息的别样金丹，就这样出现在李晴丹田之中。
Using these remnants as a foundation, Li Qing’s energy, flesh, bones, and everything else began to melt like liquid, being absorbed by them.
ruò shì zǐ xì wàng qù ， yī xī néng kàn dào hēi sè jīn dān shàng ， biàn bù zhe de wàn qiān jiàn yǐng de tú àn 。
若是仔细望去，依稀能看到黑色金丹上，遍布着的万千剑影的图案。
From the outside, he looked like a torn rag doll, deformed and twisted.
dàn yòu sì hū shì miàn duì yōu àn shí chǎn shēng de cuò jué bān ， zài xì kàn zhī shí ， yòu xiāo shī bú jiàn 。
但又似乎是面对幽暗时产生的错觉般，再细看之时，又消失不见。
As his flesh and bones were forcibly extracted, emitting terrifying creaking sounds.
jīn dān chéng ！
金丹成！
Combined with the horrifying appearance of the flesh being squeezed, it all seemed sinister and strange.
cóng shǐ zhì zhōng ， bù guò jǐ gè hū xī de gōng fu 。
从始至终，不过几个呼吸的功夫。
Faced with this overwhelming pain, Li Qing didn’t care; instead, he accelerated the process of the golden core remnants devouring his body.
fēn shēn lǐ qíng jiù yóu zhǐ yǒu jīn dān yuán mǎn jìng jiè kōng ké de xiū shì ， biàn chéng le zhēn zhèng de 、 yǐ hēi jiàn tiān zhī qí zhù jī 、 jié dān de jīn dān xiū shì 。
分身李晴就由只有金丹圆满境界空壳的修士，变成了真正的、以黑剑天之奇筑基、结丹的金丹修士。
When all the remains of Li Qing’s blood and flesh were completely consumed, a network-like existence similar to human meridians formed among the scattered golden core fragments.
rán ér ， lǐ qíng què bìng méi yǒu mǎn zú 。
然而，李晴却并没有满足。
Reddish threads connected them in an eerie and sinister manner.
“ tūn tiān dì zhī jīng ， yǐ chéng yuán yīng 。”
“吞天地之精，以成元婴。”
A bright light suddenly appeared from within these golden core fragments and instantly spread throughout his body.
lǐ qíng zài xīn zhōng jì xù yín chàng dào 。
李晴在心中继续吟唱道。
In the flickering light, a miniature "Sword Dao Realm" slowly took shape.
xún cháng xiū shì ， xiǎng yào chéng jiù yuán yīng jìng jiè ， bì xū yào yǐ dòng tiān wèi píng 。
寻常修士，想要成就元婴境界，必须要以洞天为凭。
(End of Chapter)
Li Qing transmitted his insights, excluding the sword path, and the Black Sword almost completely filtered them out automatically.
It did not accept any of it.
However, this was within Li Qing’s expectations.
The Wood Sword from Heaven is a pure creation of the laws of swords. How could it simply accommodate other principles?
Li Qing didn’t lose heart; he tried various methods. Time passed slowly.
The Black Sword became increasingly solid, its aura growing stronger and more powerful.
On that day, the Black Sword, which had always strongly rejected foreign objects, suddenly absorbed a bit more of Li Qing’s cultivated insights!
Li Qing's eyes lit up as he quickly scanned his mind and immediately locked onto the existence that seemed to be able to merge with the Black Sword.
It was "Clumsiness"!
"Retain Sharpness by Being Clumsy, Reaping the Benefits of Concealment. By Not Attacking, One Can Triumph in All..." Li Qing's mind suddenly burst with endless inspiration.
Some images were familiar, but he didn't know their source.
But Li Qing didn’t care; instead, he used this nearly overflowing inspiration to continuously infuse it into the Black Sword.
The previously aloof and indifferent Black Sword, which had shown no interest in anything other than the sword path, now cooperated actively.
It even seemed eager, eagerly accepting Li Qing's irrigation.
As Clumsiness was gradually added, the originally sharp and ostentatious Black Sword slowly lost its edge.
It returned to being dark and unremarkable.
But Li Qing knew that this marked a significant step beyond ordinary sword paths for the Black Sword.
In the Sword Tomb, millions of discarded swords remained unaware.
Only the central Wood Sword from Heaven emitted an almost imperceptible sword sound, expressing joy at the development.
Due to this sword sound, all other swords bowed again, but only Li Fan's side Black Sword seemed to bend in submission—actually remaining still.
"Got it!"
Li Qing knew that he was close to fully controlling the Black Sword.
He closed his eyes and poured the final insights of the sword path into the Black Sword.
After the Wood Sword from Heaven’s sound, the Sword Tomb fell into an even deeper silence.
It was eerie, almost causing Li Qing to hear phantom voices urging him to abandon the Black Sword in favor of other discarded swords.
The vivid imagery of powerful swords destroying everything and their dazzling abilities kept appearing in his mind, trying to distract him.
But who could easily be swayed by such illusions?
Li Qing knew this might be a trick from the Wood Sword from Heaven. Perhaps it was wary of losing the Black Sword and setting up one last test. Or maybe it just didn't want to part with the Black Sword and was obstructing him on its own.
But no matter what, these tricks couldn’t affect Li Qing.
Facing all these illusions, he remained unmoved. His mind merged with the Black Sword, leaving nothing else behind.
Three months later, Li Qing suddenly opened his eyes.
In the next moment, he naturally grasped the hilt of the Black Sword with his right hand and gently pulled it out.
There was no thunderous sound as a divine artifact emerged; in fact, not even a whisper.
With a calm demeanor, the Black Sword fell into Li Qing's hands.
The discarded swords within the Sword Tomb seemed unaware of this development.
Even the central Wood Sword from Heaven made no objections.
Silence meant acceptance.
The silence inside the Sword Tomb confirmed Li Qing’s success.
"Using the Wondrous Heavens to Build a Foundation."
Li Qing silently repeated, and his hand suddenly transformed into a faint glow that entered his body.
It flew to his dantian and settled there.
Moments later, the golden core at full perfection in Li Qing's body instantly surged with energy.
Like a thousand rivers flowing to the sea, this energy rushed towards the Black Sword.
Under the surging energy, the Black Sword gradually became ethereal and fully integrated into Li Qing’s dantian as his foundation.
"Perceiving Heavenly Laws to Refine the Golden Core."
Li Qing continued to chant. The surging energy didn’t stop; it flowed toward the Black Sword's foundation.
In the swirling vortex of energy, the faint shadow of the Black Sword became increasingly pale until it vanished completely.
A vast abyss seemed to form, swallowing all the energy.
Boom!
A bright light erupted, like the brilliance at the beginning of creation.
It illuminated Li Qing’s body.
The light flashed for a few breaths before fading away.
In its place was a uniquely black golden core exuding an ancient and unadorned aura.
If one looked closely, they could faintly see patterns resembling sword shadows on the black golden core.
But it seemed like a visual illusion in darkness; upon closer inspection, the patterns vanished.
The Golden Core was formed!
It took only several breaths from start to finish.
Li Qing transformed from an empty shell of a Golden Core at full perfection to a true cultivator who had built his foundation with the Black Sword from Heaven and achieved the Golden Core stage.
However, Li Qing wasn’t satisfied.
"Swallowing Heavenly Essence to Form the Primordial Core."
Li Qing continued to chant in his mind.
Ordinary cultivators needed a daoist realm as a base to achieve the Primordial Core stage, but those who built their foundation with the Wondrous Heavens didn't need one.
The Wondrous Heavens itself was part of the Heavenly Dao and could be transformed into its own daoist realm.
Li Qing’s mind moved, causing the newly formed black golden core to explode instantly.
The swirling energy within it spread throughout his body in an instant.
Countless fragments of the black golden core flew to various parts of his body.
They seemed random but were actually well-placed!
The distribution of the golden core's remnants vaguely resembled the original Black Sword’s form.
Using these remnants as a foundation, Li Qing’s energy, flesh, bones, and everything else began to melt like liquid, being absorbed by them.
From the outside, he looked like a torn rag doll, deformed and twisted.
As his flesh and bones were forcibly extracted, emitting terrifying creaking sounds.
Combined with the horrifying appearance of the flesh being squeezed, it all seemed sinister and strange.
Faced with this overwhelming pain, Li Qing didn’t care; instead, he accelerated the process of the golden core remnants devouring his body.
When all the remains of Li Qing’s blood and flesh were completely consumed, a network-like existence similar to human meridians formed among the scattered golden core fragments.
Reddish threads connected them in an eerie and sinister manner.
A bright light suddenly appeared from within these golden core fragments and instantly spread throughout his body.
In the flickering light, a miniature "Sword Dao Realm" slowly took shape.
(End of Chapter)