Right after savoring his victory and newfound power, Leon suddenly remembered something important—the hundreds of luminescent whitish mana cores he had collected when traveling to the middle domain from the Forbidden Mist.
I completely forgot about those. I've been carrying them this whole time.
He was very close to level 20 now, sitting at level 19. Crossing level 20 would mean entering the next cultivation rank—the Master's rank—so he might as well try absorbing them since he was so tantalizingly close to that threshold.
Why not? I have them anyway.
With just a thought, he took all the cores out of his inventory. They materialized in the air around him, floating like ghostly orbs—a little over one hundred in total.
Their size was much, much smaller compared to the Coreborn monster's massive core. Each one was roughly the size of a baseball, glowing with that characteristic pale luminescence he remembered from the mist creatures.
WHUMMM!
