"...Now I should be close to achieving the Golden Core."
Han Yi spoke for about ten minutes. In the end, he stopped chewing, frowning, feeling something was off but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
"No, not close, I am in the process of forming the core."
Han Yi's eyes lit up.
By his side, his wife, who was a novel writer, commented with a smile.
"However, your thinking is not quite right. You've reached the Cultivation World, so why have you become so complacent? "
"It should be like swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, pushing through all the way; foundation building in three years, Golden Core in ten years, Nascent Soul in thirty years, Spirit Transformation in fifty years, and then ascending to the Immortal Realm to enjoy eternal life."
"However, some of the plot elements inside can be referenced."
At this point, she patted Han Yi on the shoulder.