Golden Core is a Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

Unfortunately, it was too late for him now, as his heart demon had already taken hold.

Though his cultivation was restored to that of a Grand Supreme, and his origin divine ability was flawless once again, the heart demon had already manifested and was spreading like wildfire, impossible to extinguish.

The Purple Daoist’s face contorted in fear and fury as he looked at Qi Yuan: "What have you done?"

He couldn't comprehend it at all.

The heart demon was devouring his body, and his origin divine abilities, fully focused on defense, were not enough.

"What did I do? I don’t remember." Qi Yuan cast a glance at the Purple Daoist.

Not far away, Chen Huan observed the scene, finding Qi Yuan even more unfathomable and disordered.

All he saw was Qi Yuan using a few words to scare the Purple Daoist, leading him inexplicably to suffer a heart demon break.

Chen Huan didn't understand the cause but found it extremely terrifying.

If one day he listened to Qi Yuan's words and also experienced a heart demon break, that would be terrible.

At this moment, the previously invincible Purple Daoist roared and struggled for a long time but ultimately failed to suppress the demon within his heart.

In the end, he died with hatred in his heart.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan sighed: "As expected of a Grand Supreme, it took so much effort to kill him!"

Honestly, Qi Yuan didn't like using words to kill people.

He wasn't naturally skilled with words, unlike Zhuge Liang who verbally defeated Wang Lang.

What he preferred was to kill enemies with a single sword stroke or behead them with a cleaver.

But his enemies were too strong, and his mastery of the Great Forgetting Sutra was only at a rudimentary level, barely scratching the surface.

Perhaps, once it reached the engraved level, his mere presence would make others forget him upon seeing him.

He could then forget everything, including himself, at will.

Chen Huan, hearing Qi Yuan's words, wanted to splash tea in his face: "Big Brother, you just talked a Grand Supreme to death, you’re stronger than... my master!"

"A few simple words exhausted all my wisdom! Do you know, mental labor is sometimes more exhausting than physical labor."

Though only sometimes.

Chen Huan felt Qi Yuan was again spouting incomprehensible nonsense.

He could only say...

"Big Brother is mighty! You killed a Grand Supreme with just a few words!

I never thought I'd see the day I could fight alongside you, slaying a Grand Supreme and... six lesser Supremes." Chen Huan included Supreme Yu Bai in his count.

Qi Yuan ignored Chen Huan.

Killing a Grand Supreme yielded significant experience points.

He directly leveled up to 132.

If more Supremes came for him to kill.

Qi Yuan thought he could quickly level up to 200.

But Supremes weren’t that easy to kill, especially Grand Supremes.

He looked at the Purple Daoist’s corpse: "If you hadn’t wanted to be my wife, you might have been a decent ‘white moonlight’."

Saying this made Qi Yuan feel like a scoundrel.

But he didn’t care; his eyes fell on the ancient stone slab beside the Purple Daoist’s corpse.

"The Fate Tablet... we meet again."

Qi Yuan smiled brightly, grabbing the escaping Fate Tablet.

"No wonder this Purple Daoist and the Purple Heavenly Goddess are so alike; they both obtained the so-called strongest treasure of this world, the Fate Tablet."

Holding the Fate Tablet, he looked at it.

[Fate Tablet Fragment, formerly known as the Deception Tablet, contains ominousness, was purified by the Buddha.

Everyone can find the answers they seek on the Fate Tablet.]

The information was limited but useful.

Staring at the Fate Tablet fragment, Qi Yuan thought deeply.

He remembered the mummified corpse he encountered in the Grand Portal.

The corpse had said it came from the Buddha’s domain to purify the ominousness.

This Fate Tablet...

"If people can find the answers they seek on you, can you make me a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, a Primordial Saint?" Qi Yuan smiled at the Fate Tablet.

Holding the Fate Tablet, a special image appeared in Qi Yuan’s mind.

It felt as if he had traveled through time and saw his future self.

In the future, he relied on the Fate Tablet, defeated the White Emperor and the Supreme, left this world, and ascended to the legendary immortal realm.

Using the Fate Tablet, he overcame crises step by step, proving the ultimate path.

In the future, he became a Primordial Saint, capable of traversing the river of time.

With a breath, all stars were extinguished in an instant.

Qi Yuan looked at the tablet.

[A deceptive future image, those who possess the Fate Tablet are more likely to believe this is true.]

It was all illusion.

He hadn't traveled to the future, nor had he proven the ultimate path.

It was all false.

Holding the Fate Tablet, Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm: "No wonder those who obtain you think they're invincible; turns out..."

He laughed: "Can you help me find the person I’m looking for?"

He thought of Ning Tao.

This time, the Fate Tablet had no answer.

Instead, it displayed strange characters.

The general meaning was that activating the Fate Tablet also required energy, ideally the host’s blood.

Qi Yuan laughed: "Seems you don’t know who I’m looking for either."

He placed several restrictions on the Fate Tablet fragment and put it away.

Looking at Chen Huan, he said: "Let's go."

...

One day later, in Wugui City.

Chen Huan was surprised: "You want to form a faction called the Blood Palace? That name is unlucky."

Who in the world didn't know of the Blood Demon?

The Blood Demon was a terror more fearsome than demons.

The Supreme once said the Blood Demon would bring destruction to the world.

Though Chen Huan opposed the Supreme, he believed this prophecy somewhat.

"It will be called the Blood Palace." Qi Yuan confirmed.

His main purpose in creating the Blood Palace was to see Jin Sique.

He didn't know the price Jin Sique paid to wake him, but it was certainly heavy.

Before leaving, he had given the power of reincarnation to the thirteen people of the Blood Palace.

Perhaps, after thousands of years, those thirteen might be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation.

Creating the Blood Palace was a way to awaken their memories.

Or, if they still remembered the Blood Palace, they might come to Wugui City to see him.

Being alone in Wugui City was pointless.

"Big Brother, forming a faction is very troublesome.

We’re in the Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Cities; who would come all this way to die?" Chen Huan had a point.

A powerful faction must provide benefits to attract people.

Big Brother says form a faction, and it’s formed?

Who would come?

Especially in the Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Cities.

Anyone coming would be courting death.

Even if some came, they’d likely be weaklings.

Qi Yuan’s gaze was profound: "Who said the Blood Palace has nothing good? Am I not enough?"

"Huh?" Chen Huan was stunned.

Qi Yuan continued: "I have supreme techniques that can help mythic beings become Supreme. Is that enough?"

Qi Yuan was most familiar with the Human Demon Path.

He could teach and help NPCs in this world break through realms.

Especially from mythic beings to Supreme.

There were only a thousand Supremes in this world.

But how many mythic beings?

Just in the Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Cities, there were over a hundred thousand mythic beings.

Not to mention the entire Flowwind Realm.

Wugui City was very small.

Insignificant in the Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Cities.

Even in the Thousand Cities, there were hundreds of mythic beings.

And this was a city without a Grand Supreme.

Cities with a Grand Supreme had even more mythic beings.

How many were stuck at the mythic level, unable to break through to Supreme?

Even Chen Huan, a disciple of the White Emperor, struggled to break through.

What about other mythic beings?

Hearing this, Chen Huan was shocked: "Big Brother... doing this will offend the White Emperor’s Palace and the Supreme of the Endless Blood Sea."

He could foresee, if Qi Yuan taught mythic beings to become Supreme, the world’s structure would change drastically.

Though the White Emperor might not care about the Blood Palace, the palace’s high ranks wouldn’t ignore it.

Would the Supreme allow the Blood Palace to exist?

The Blood Palace would face immense pressure.

"If anyone challenges us, they can come to Wugui City, and I’ll make them submit." Qi Yuan didn’t care about such minor details.

His main goal was to find Jin Sique.

Perhaps before the Blood Palace even grew strong, Jin Sique would find him.

"But Big Brother... this will attract much attention." Chen Huan knew if Qi Yuan could help mythic beings become Supreme, it would be monumental. "And those who join the Blood Palace, benefiting from your help, what if... they betray you?

Others’ loyalty can’t be guaranteed."

Qi Yuan replied calmly: "Why would I need their loyalty?

I just need them to work for me.

If they don’t want to... then they can become my experience points."

There were too few Supremes in this world.

Qi Yuan estimated that even if he killed all Supremes, he wouldn’t reach level 200.

So, why not mass-produce some Supremes?

If they opposed Qi Yuan, he’d kill them for experience points. Wouldn't that be great?

If they stayed loyal, Qi Yuan wouldn’t mind.

Helping them reach Supreme, then let them be.

In life or in games, besides those he cared about, Qi Yuan couldn’t care less about others.

As long as his goal was achieved.

"Big Brother, once we start, there’s no turning back. Are you sure?"

"Sure." Qi Yuan answered calmly.

...

In the Thousand Cities.

Huang Mengling smiled wryly at Chen Huan: "Junior brother, even though you’re Supreme now, you shouldn’t joke about this."

A few days ago, Chen Huan arrived at the Great Sadness City in the Thousand Cities, seeking mythic beings to join the Blood Palace as instructed by Qi Yuan.

But progress was slow.

After several days, only two mythic beings nearing their end agreed to go to Wugui City and join the Blood Palace.

After all, they were almost out of life; if they didn’t break through, they’d die soon.

"Sister, I’m not lying." Chen Huan said seriously, "The Wugui City Guardian is a natural sage who can help people break through to Supreme!

I reached Supreme after listening to his teachings."

"Ridiculous, even our master can’t help people break through to Supreme, and you think the Wugui City Guardian can?" Huang Mengling scoffed.

She had met the Wugui City Guardian, talented but no more.

Help people break through to Supreme?

Impossible.

It was like a modern person saying they could help you earn a billion in a year.

Would anyone believe that?

Trusting him would be less likely than trusting Qin Shi Huang.

Such an outrageous claim, Huang Mengling naturally didn’t believe.

"Sister, the Wugui City Guardian’s power is beyond your imagination." Chen Huan recalled the time he was surrounded by the Grand Supreme and other Supremes, saying, "The Purple Daoist of the Thousand Cities led Supremes to attack me and my brother, but my brother... easily killed them!"

Supreme deaths were usually catastrophic.

Especially Grand Supremes, nearly impossible to kill.

A fight could last hundreds of days to kill one.

How long did it take for the Purple Daoist to fall?

Less than the time of one incense stick!

Huang Mengling’s face showed more disdain: "The Purple Daoist is a Grand Supreme; who in the Thousand Cities can defeat him?

Who could kill him?

To stop him, at least three Grand Supremes would need to cooperate with ten other Supremes.

The Wugui City Guardian, barely breaking into Supreme, could kill the Purple Daoist?

Junior brother, I don’t know what your goal is, but I advise you to turn back."

She blocked Chen Huan’s way.

She was his senior sister, and he always feared her.

But now, a terrifying aura enveloped her, turning her face pale.

Chen Huan’s voice echoed.

"Sister, I am now... Supreme!"

"I respect you as my senior sister for our master’s sake!"

"Do you understand?"

Chen Huan’s face turned cold.

Huang Mengling felt the killing intent and chill.

Her gums trembled, unable to meet Chen Huan’s gaze, she stepped aside silently.

Chen Huan left without looking back.

In the palace, Huang Mengling’s fear didn’t fade for a long time: "A Supreme without strong origin divine abilities, I can defeat easily in a century!"

She was defiant.

After a while, a finely dressed old man hurried out of the palace.

Huang Mengling was surprised: "Wang Gai, aren’t you in closed cultivation to break through to Supreme? Why are you out?"

Wang Gai, lowering his head, replied: "Miss Huang, I... I want to go to Wugui City to seek an opportunity."

He dared not look at Huang Mengling.

Chen Huan’s words were exaggerated, even absurd.

It might be a trap.

But Wang Gai was running out of time.

He wasn’t afraid of dying.

But he feared his family’s fate without his protection in the Thousand Cities.

The Great Sadness City Guardian, a Supreme, valued people’s usefulness.

He could fight now, so his family lived well.

If he died, their fate would be grim.

"Go!" Huang Mengling’s face was dark.

Wang Gai hurried away.

He sighed inwardly: "Breaking through to Supreme from mythic is hard.

Even Miss Huang, a disciple of the White Emperor, struggles with heart demons during enlightenment."

He remembered when he first met Miss Huang, she was polite and courteous.

Not like now, heart demons rampant.

Wang Gai worried more.

If the White Emperor’s disciple struggled so much.

Could they really break through to Supreme in Wugui City, joining the Blood Palace?

But thinking he was near death anyway.

He decided to take a risk.

If he failed, at least he tried.

...

In the icy wilderness, a black silhouette appeared.

Ning Tao’s face was pale, like a pear blossom, half covered by a black veil, but the visible half was enough to topple nations.

But the "demon" character wouldn’t let people appreciate her beauty, only feel repulsed.

She walked through the snow, clutching a chain.

Suddenly, she stopped and asked in a bewitching, ethereal voice: "Husband, when will you come to see me?"

No one answered.

The snowy wilderness was silent except for the howling wind.

Ning Tao didn’t lose hope, smiling sweetly: "Husband, you better hide well, or if I find your true self, I’ll chain you to my side.

Because you... never come to see me."

She walked alone in the snow.

After a while, the snow stopped.

A blood-red figure appeared ahead, the Thirteenth Demon of the Northern Demons, He Wu.

Ning Tao’s eyes showed wariness: "Why are you here again?"

He Wu’s eyes held a hint of joy: "Aren’t you curious why we became like this, loathed by all?"

"Curious or not, does it matter?" Ning Tao smiled sadly.

At least she hadn’t seen disgust in her husband’s eyes.

Only familiar, unintentional love.

"The far south of the Flowwind Realm, at the end of the world, may hold our answer." He Wu said, "I’ve informed the Northern Demons; they all agreed to go with me. Will you come?"

Ning Tao was curious: "Who told you this?"

He Wu’s eyes showed nostalgia: "Can’t say, can’t say."

"Aren’t you afraid it’s a trap?" Ning Tao asked.

"If it is, then this world is a cruel joke." He Wu replied.

Ning Tao was silent for a while, then said: "I’ll go, but it’ll take time."

She was still with the Blood Demon, always being hunted.

He Wu glanced at the blood-colored flesh behind Ning Tao, sighing: "If you leave it, all threats will cease."

Ning Tao smiled sweetly: "If I leave it, what if my husband can’t find me?"

He Wu looked at her for a long time, then said: "Even the Blood Demon would loathe your face; otherwise, why doesn’t he appear?"

They loathed themselves, let alone others.

"No, my husband wouldn’t." Ning Tao stubbornly raised her head, looking behind, determined, "He’s just lost for now, not..."

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