"Something is profoundly amiss. By all laws of the Cultivation, her core condensation should have reached profound completion half an incense stick of time ago," Tyler murmured, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared intently at the heavy doors of the seclusion chamber.
Above the courtyard, the massive vortex of Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, which had been swirling with tempestuous fury, suddenly trembled erratically. The violent fluctuations of Qi that signaled a cultivator attempting to defy the heavens and form a Golden Core came to an abrupt, jarring halt. The suffocating pressure vanished, leaving behind an eerie, deathly stillness that seemed to freeze the very air within the mansion.
"Ah, Here we go," Tyler muttered, a knowing light flashing within the depths of his profound eyes.
