Meng Hao stood beneath the looming shadow of the Sixth Peak's pavilion, bathed in the pale light of spirit lanterns swaying gently in the summer breeze. The soft murmur of wind brushing against ancient tiles created a faint rustling, as though the mountain itself whispered its secrets.
Inside his sea of consciousness, he reviewed the astonishing changes brought by the system's simulated cultivation. From the mere first level of the Golden Core Realm, he had now, in one fell swoop, ascended to the seventh level. His core pulsed with rich spiritual energy, his veins thrummed with power like rivers of molten gold.
Yet despite this success, Meng Hao couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
"Sigh… I can't afford to get too arrogant just because of this." His thoughts were laced with caution. "After all, I've only been in this world for less than a week. To rise to the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm so quickly… it's already a miracle. But I mustn't let it blind me."
