When Klaus entered his soul sea, he felt an immediate and profound connection to six of the nine cores he was meant to form.
So far, he had successfully formed six cores, putting him in a unique position—akin to possessing the power of six saints, even though he had yet to break through to that stage.
"I like this feeling," he said with a grin, basking in the overwhelming sense of strength coursing through him.
[You should feel that way. Using pure, untainted energies directly from the heavens to form your cores is an extraordinary advantage in your case.
But even without that, you're destined to become incredibly powerful. After all, you now have six distinct energy sources, each of which continues to absorb energy for reasons even I cannot fully explain.]
The senior's voice resonated in Klaus's mind, sounding genuinely impressed. There was a warmth to his tone—a hint of fatherly pride that Klaus couldn't help but notice.