Chapter 232: Breakthrough in Chapter 226

In addition, a ball of energy as fierce as a blazing fire also burst from a corner within his body, which was the “reward” from Kaldu, master of Baro. These different sources of Spiritual Energy turned his body into a battleground. First, two thick demon horns emerged from Lancelot’s forehead; then, a pair of pure white wings grew out of his back. His breath began to exude sparks with the scent of sulfur, yet sacred golden light shone from the depths of his eyes…

But gradually, these anomalies disappeared one by one. No matter what attributes these Spiritual Energies inherently possessed, all of them started to purify the Human Knight’s body in a ‘normal’ way under the guidance of the Cauldron Immortal Technique.

Smelly, sticky tainted blood continuously oozed from Lancelot’s skin, but his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. As his body was being remodeled bit by bit, a comfortable warmth emerged from his Dantian, and Lancelot unknowingly entered a state like a soul traveling beyond the heavens.

Another three hours passed, and he finally opened his eyes. Two dazzling lights shot from them, burning two holes in the stone wall nearby, persisting for nearly three breaths before gradually dissipating.

Lancelot slowly stood up, his body’s surface covered with a layer of dark red scab, which fell off with his movement, revealing skin underneath as clear and lustrous as white jade.

A smile slowly spread across Lancelot’s face, becoming brighter and brighter.

He had finally succeeded in Foundation Establishment!

Lancelot checked the condition of his body. Foundation Establishment, as the name suggests, solidifies the physical body, expelling all impurities from the mortal frame during the breakthrough process, completely transforming into a form suitable for Spiritual Cultivation. At this moment, he felt incredibly light and could sense the subtle nature’s Spiritual Energy around him with great clarity. His body after Foundation Establishment, like a sponge absorbing water, slowly drew in these energies, nearly matching the efficiency of his prior Qi Cultivation during Meditation.

His Divine Sense also greatly strengthened, and according to the descriptions in the bamboo slips, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could now practice ‘Inner Vision.’ With slight concentration, Lancelot easily ‘saw’ the condition of various parts within his body. What was once gaseous True Qi had now all liquefied, with Meridians truly resembling rivers, containing energies several times stronger than before.

As recorded in the bamboo slips, this liquid form of True Qi is known as True Yuan, one of the hallmarks of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. A majority of the energy from over a hundred Upper Grade Spirit Stones was consumed in refining his body and enhancing his aptitude. However, even the small portion he absorbed and refined during Foundation Establishment was enough to restore him to the peak condition permitted by his Realm.

Foundation Establishment is the first checkpoint on the path of Spiritual Cultivation. A cultivator after Foundation Establishment greatly intensifies their sensitivity to nature’s Spiritual Energy, and their physical strength thoroughly transcends that of ordinary humans, with a lifespan more than twice that of regular people. Therefore, only upon entering Foundation Establishment does one truly step onto the path of Spiritual Cultivation.

In the world where Han Celestial Venerate came from, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was regarded as a half-immortal by ordinary people, sought after and vied for by major powers. On the other hand, each breakthrough in the stages following Foundation Establishment becomes increasingly difficult, and countless cultivators are confined to this Realm for life. Those who manage to progress further and form a Golden Core are one in a hundred, all endowed with great fate and opportunities.

But that was still somewhat distant for him. Seeing the full state of True Yuan within his body, Lancelot smiled joyfully again. The gap in strength between him and Tijana had narrowed once more, so then…

He hastily stopped himself, no longer dwelling on various irrelevant matters, as there were more urgent things at hand.

Lancelot pulled out a new set of clothes from his Dimensional Bag and changed into them. The previous set was stinky and foul, impossible to clean thoroughly. Lancelot flicked his fingertips, and two Fireballs emerged, burning them to ashes. Then, with a pinch of a spell, the vines originally blocking the entrance to the Stone Chamber parted to either side.

He walked out of the stone chamber and returned to the bottom of the trap that had ensnared them all.

The air had become noticeably stuffier, but it wasn’t yet difficult to breathe. Lancelot was very happy to see that his companions were all still in good shape, albeit looking a bit listless.

“Yah! Boss! You’re out!” Cromwell was the first to notice that his psychic connection with Lancelot had been ‘restored’, and he happily floated over to him, but stopped abruptly halfway there and circled Lancelot several times, muttering in wonder, “Different, it’s all different now…”

“What’s different?” Lancelot asked with a sly grin, giving off an air of unfathomable depth.

“Your aura, it’s different, you’ve become even more handsome.” The skeleton made a joking huff but whispered through their mind link, “Boss, did your strength… increase a whole lot?”

“You can tell?” Lancelot replied with some surprise in his mind.

“That’s why I’m asking, ’cause I can’t tell anymore…” the skeleton hurriedly explained, “Before, I could kind of sense it…”

Lancelot nodded, and at that moment, his other companions had also gathered around, inquiring about his condition.

“Brother, did you succeed?” Little Yisa was the first who couldn’t contain herself and asked; the young girl was still struggling with the thought of possibly having to bite her companions.

“Mhm, I succeeded,” Lancelot said with a smile. “We can now avenge Bruto’s ‘beard incident’. Hey, where’s the dwarf?”

“He’s been digging his hole the whole time, it seems like he hasn’t rested at all.” Kalalin pointed to a darkened tunnel entrance in the corner, “At first, you could still hear clinking and clanking, but it wasn’t long before it went completely silent.”

“He hasn’t gotten into trouble, has he?” Lancelot suddenly grew tense, as he couldn’t sense the dwarf within his range, “Let’s go have a look.”

The group entered the tunnel that Bruto had dug out, one by one. The tunnel was extremely narrow, barely allowing a person to squeeze through, and it was steep; climbing was a more accurate description of their current activity than walking.

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The further up Lancelot went, the more he admired the perseverance Bruto had shown. This small and sturdy race was as stubborn as rock; once they set their minds to something, nearly nothing could change their determination, and the spiraled tunnel before them was proof of that.

Bruto had been tirelessly working for nearly eight hours, accompanied only by a small amount of food and water he carried and the ever-growing flames of revenge. After about fifteen minutes of tough climbing, the group finally heard the sounds of a shovel hitting the earth ahead and the accompanying falling pebbles, along with the dwarf’s constant grumbling curses.

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