The magnitude of Han Yu's infusion was unlike anything most of the disciples had ever seen.
The vortex stretched higher and wider than was normal, pulling Qi from a large radius around him. The sheer spectacle silenced the crowd.
Han Yu felt none of their stares.
His consciousness was still deep within his body, focused entirely on his new core.
The grape-sized crystal pulsed steadily, drawing in the rushing Qi like a hungry beast. Each pulse spread a wave of energy through his meridians, reinforcing them, widening them, and transforming his body to withstand the power of the Core Condensation realm.
Though blood still stained his chest, Han Yu felt no weakness.
On the contrary, strength unlike anything he had ever known was pouring into him with every passing moment. The exhaustion of the past week, the failures, the wasted Qi, the frustration—all of it was worth it for this moment.
