Days passed.
Ye Fan continued his secret training in the forest.
Every night, he hunted spirit beasts.
Every night, he devoured their energy.
At first, it was painful.
His body struggled to handle the power.
But slowly…
He adapted.
Inside the Devour Space, the vortex grew slightly larger.
"You are improving," the Dark Emperor's voice said.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged, focusing on his breathing.
"I can feel it… my body is changing."
His once weak meridians had become stronger.
His senses sharper.
His movements faster.
He clenched his fist.
A faint wind energy gathered around it.
"This is… from the wolf."
"Yes," the voice replied.
"You have begun forming your first core."
Ye Fan's eyes flashed.
"A Spirit Core…"
Something he never thought he could achieve.
Outside, the academy remained the same.
Students still mocked him.
Teachers still ignored him.
But no one knew.
The weakest student…
Was slowly becoming something terrifying.