Chapter 291: Core Formation Realm

Months passed in the Verdant Sword Sect like a continuous flow of repetition and progress.

Kyrian almost never left his courtyard. In the morning, he refined pills. In the afternoon, he studied formations.

At night, he slept, and then the cycle repeated day after day, without interruption.

Rank 4 pills were no longer a real challenge. The Burning Heart Pill, which had once barely reached fifty percent purity, now consistently surpassed ninety-five percent purity.

On his best days, Kyrian reached the ninety-eight percent mark, pills so close to perfection that they were practically nonexistent anywhere else.

His control over the gray flame had become more stable. More precise. Every movement was calculated, and every mistake was eliminated. Kyrian thought that now, his best control of Qi was the Qi and the intention of the gray flame.

In the field of formations, progress was also visible.

The jade plates no longer broke after a few minutes. Rank 4 barrier formations now remained active until the complete consumption of the spirit stones.

He advanced to rank 2 killing formations, then began to study rank 3 ones and had even already practiced rank 4.

He still did not fully master them. But he was close. Very close. Now he was already on the third of the eight books, this one being a book of illusion formations.

And, during all this time… His eyes. They had been changing little by little.

The limit that once restrained him, that sensation of limitation after absorbing too much energy, began to weaken.

At first, it was subtle. Then, more. And more obvious.

Until, on a silent night… The limit disappeared.

Kyrian slowly opened his eyes, sitting in the center of his room.

Something was different. There was no more resistance. There was no more barrier. His eyes… were empty. Ready.

He remained silent for a few seconds, just feeling.

Then, a slight smile appeared.

“Finally.”

He knew what that meant. It was time.

Kyrian did not act immediately to break through.

He stood up and left the room, heading to the training space at the back of the courtyard.

There, he began to prepare everything.

He took out dozens… then hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones from his spatial ring.

The stones glowed with a soft bluish light, filled with pure Qi.

He arranged them in front of him. Then he sat in the center of the courtyard with his legs crossed and his spine straight.

His breathing was steady. His two dantians were already at their limit. Full. Compressed to the maximum.

It was impossible to advance further within the Qi Release Realm.

The next step… was to break through. But for an ordinary person, that meant absorbing energy through the body. Refining it slowly. And then destroying the dantian and recreating a core.

For Kyrian… no. He had another path. His eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment. And then… opened them.

The sword-shaped pupils rotated slowly. A glow appeared.

In the next instant… The absorption began. Kyrian began to bring stone after stone toward his eyes.

The spirit stones began to tremble.

Threads of pure energy were pulled from them, like invisible currents, being sucked directly into Kyrian’s eyes.

They did not pass through meridians, after all, he did not have them. They did not pass through the body. They went straight inside. Into the infinite hidden channels within his eyes.

The flow was violent. Intense. But perfectly controlled. Kyrian did not move.

His body remained still as his eyes devoured energy.

The spirit stones began to lose their glow. One after another. The extracted Qi was instantly refined within those impossible channels.

Purified. Condensed. And then… Sent. To his two dantians.

The two centers of energy began to vibrate. First, slightly. Then, with more intensity. The Qi inside them began to spin and compress. Then to collapse.

Kyrian felt it. The pressure was immense. But there was no pain. Only intensity. He kept his mind steady and focused.

The flow of energy increased. More stones began to fade and disappear into dust.

The air around him grew heavy. Dense. As if space itself were being pulled into him.

The dantians vibrated faster and faster. The Qi inside them was no longer gaseous. It began to condense. To transform.

But it was still not enough. Kyrian did not stop. On the contrary. He increased the intensity. His eyes shone brighter.

The absorption became even faster.

The spirit stones brought to his eyes began to crack. Shatter. Turn to dust.

All the energy being absorbed without waste.

The two dantians reached their limit. And then… Collapsed. For an instant, everything fell silent. As if the world had stopped.

Then…

An internal impact. Dull. Deep.

The compressed Qi exploded inward upon itself. And began to reorganize.

To spin in a new pattern. Denser. More solid. At the center of each dantian… Something began to form.

A point. Small. But absolute.

Kyrian did not open his eyes. But he felt it. Clearly. The birth of the Core.

The first dantian completed its formation.

A perfect core, rotating slowly, emitting a pressure far superior to any previous Qi.

But it did not end. The second dantian was still in process.

Kyrian continued. More energy was absorbed. More stones were consumed.

The second core began to form in the same way. Condensation. Compression. Birth of the core.

And then… It is completed. Two stable and powerful cores. Rotating in perfect synchrony.

At the instant that happened.

A wave of energy exploded from Kyrian’s body. The ground beneath him cracked.

The remaining stones were thrown away. The air vibrated.

Kyrian opened his eyes. An intense glow passed through them. The sword-shaped pupils were clearer. Deeper.

He breathed. And felt. His body. His Qi.

It was different. Very different. The Core Formation Realm. He had reached it.

But not only that. He possessed two cores. Two centers of power. Functioning together. Amplifying everything.

Kyrian slowly stood up. He closed his hand. Felt the Qi respond instantly.

It was several times faster. And certainly stronger. If he fought his previous self, he could defeat him in seconds.

A slight smile appeared on his face, being extremely satisfied with his increase in strength.

“So this is it…” He looked around.

The courtyard was partially destroyed. Stones scattered. Deep marks on the ground. But nothing that could not be repaired.

Kyrian did not care. He returned to the room. Sat down once again. And closed his eyes.

Even after the breakthrough… He did not relax.

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