Core Disciple

Ahwoo Ahwoo!

The beasts roared endlessly.

Each of Fang Yuan's blows carried boundless energy, bursting the skulls of numerous golden beasts and splattering their brains across the ground.

After some time, a pool of blood had formed where he stood.

Vast amounts of golden beast corpses piled up into a small mountain. He stood atop it, like a king among the dead.

"This doesn't feel that good…" Fang Yuan shook his head and prepared to collect some gold cores as loot. "Are the remaining golden beasts not coming in fear of being killed?"

Before long, a huge shifting force acted on him.

"Is it the power of the artifact spirit?"

Although he could break free using his Illusion Realm's nomological laws, Fang Yuan certainly did not want to be so high-profile, so he allowed the moving force to envelop him.

Immediately afterward, everything tumbled before his eyes, and he found himself inside a golden palace.