Reon weakly pushed himself up, his entire body trembling. Every breath was labored, every movent a struggle.
And then—he saw them.
Cloudia and Little Tiger, drenched in his blood.
Yet, despite their exhaustion, despite their trembling bodies, they remained coiled around him, refusing to let him go.
They absorbed so of the pain he endured.
They had stayed by his side—
Even through his agony.
Even through the storm of power that had nearly consud him.
His gaze lingered on Cloudia, and for a mont, his breath caught in his throat.
She looked... Different.
Her once silver fur now glead with a Golden Hue, shimring like Divine Silk under the faint light.
Her single silver tail was gone.
Instead—
Two long, magnificent Golden Tails swayed gently behind her.
Her face, too, had transford—no longer the sa as before, but sothing Ethereal, sothing Divine.
She was Breathtaking.
She looked like a Celestial Fox Deity, descended from the Heavens themselves.
But—she was exhausted.
Struggling.
Still holding on.
Beside her, Little Tiger, her big form trembling, was using her Thunder Elent—gently, carefully—to keep Reon warm.
Reon's lips curled into a soft, tired smile.
He was Smiling.
Unknowingly.
Instinctively.
How long had it been since he last smiled like this?
Since arriving in this world, he had often found himself unknowingly smiling like that.
Without Even Realizing it.
Then—he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
"Thank you... my companions."
A promise ford in his heart, a resolve carved deep into his very soul.
"This ti around... I Won't Wait For Things to Change."
"I Will Change Them Myself."
With weak, trembling hands, he reached out and gave them a light pat on their fur.
They shivered but didn't Resist.
They were exhausted.
They had given him everything.
"You can rest now," he murmured.
Then, closing his eyes, he sank into deep ditation—allowing his body to begin its transformation.
He felt it.
His very bones were reshaping, hardening—becoming sothing beyond mortal, sothing tougher than the hardest tal to exist.
His veins and arteries, once ordinary, were refining—becoming thinner, more efficient, coursing with newfound power.
His lesser ridians—one by one—began to unblock, a slow yet steady process.
Until, at last—
He had unblocked nearly all of them.
Then—
Sothing far greater than re ridians began to take shape within him.
Core ridians.
A human body holds the potential for Nine Core ridians, each a crucial pillar in stepping into the Foundation Establishnt Realm.
Once a cultivator steps into this realm, their Core ridians are set in stone—no more can be ford.
Thus, these ridians are the Foundation of Everything.
This was not the sa unstable foundation that Xue Taiyang had once struggled with.
His past instability had originated from the formation of his Initial Core—the very foundation a cultivator constructs at the beginning of their cultivation journey.
It was still sothing that could be easily stabilized with a bit of effort.
But Core ridians were different.
They were absolute. Irreversible. The true asure of a cultivator's potential.
This Foundation was like the base of a towering structure—the more stable and vast its base, the higher it could ascend toward the heavens.
And so it was with cultivation.
The greater the number of Core ridians one ford, the greater the heights they could reach in their path to power.
Yet, for most cultivators, forming more than Three Core ridians is an impossible dream.
No matter how fiercely they struggled, they could only attain a Basic Foundation, shackling them to the Nascent Soul Realm, forever unable to transcend beyond it.
Those who manage to form Five achieve a Mortal Foundation, marking them as True Geniuses.
Though their path remained arduous, they could still ascend to the Body Integration Realm through sheer perseverance and effort.
With Seven, one attains a Solid Foundation, a feat so rare they are hailed as a Once-in-a-MillenniumProdigy—an individual said to have the potential to Ascend.
Eight signifies the Perfect Foundation, a title reserved for Heavenly Geniuses. They have Unlimited Potential.
And then,
There is Nine Core ridians—
The MythicalFlawless Foundation.
A Heaven-Defying Existence.
No one has ever achieved it.
Legends whisper that if one were to succeed, their path would be Free Of Bottlenecks, their cultivation Boundless.
And now—
Reon's Core ridians were Forming.
.
.
From a place unseen, where only a faint screen flickered in the void—
A voice whispered, unheard by Reon.
[So this is Master's constitution awakening... The pain and despair he has endured in this fragile form... Even a Celestial being would find it nigh impossible to endure it after a life filled with despair.
[He truly deserves to be our Master. I feel so fortunate to witness this up close and to aid him.]
[I've recorded everything. I'll show it to them later—to make them jealous. Hehe!]
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Beyond Reon's Awareness—
A storm was Brewing.
One that shook even the Mightiest Beings of the world.
Before, only a handful of the strongest cultivators had paid attention to the strange phenonon.
So were Envious.
So were Curious.
So were even Overjoyed.
But now—
Now, they all felt the sa thing.
Fear.
Absolute, Suffocating Fear.
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