My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 129: The Imprinting of the Primordial Divine Power!

The astonished look in the eyes of the Supreme Master did not fade. She could not comprehend the scenes in the ancient mirror.

Up to now, she did not understand how the Blood Lord walked out of the Demon Gate.

Even she, if she entered the Demon Gate, would become a great devil.

On what grounds did the Blood Lord walk out?

At this moment, Ning Tao felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

She couldn't help but recall that day outside Wugui City when she saw the figure in a blood-red robe.

Was it a coincidence?
The scene shifted again.

On Jiupan Mountain, a colorful little bird flapped its wings and landed next to a drop of blood.

The little bird's eyes were filled with curiosity.

The story continued.

“I am the Golden Canary, beautiful, aren't I? I am the number one beauty on Jiupan Mountain!”

“You round little thing, I'll call you... Blood Bead.”

“You disappeared without a word. I won't go looking for you, I won't miss you!”

“Blood Bead, it's raining…”

If the previous scenes were like a mournful song in a snowy winter, the current scene was like a gentle spring rain, fresh with a hint of melancholy.

“Blood Bead, you’re back!”

“Blood Bead, you’re amazing. Tell everyone that the Golden Canary is the number one beauty in the Eighteen Mountains!”

“He’s not a great devil; he won’t die!”

“I'll reluctantly believe you this time!”

“How to enter the Demon Gate…”

The girl left the Demon Gate with a mark of “demon” on her once-proud and often vain face.

“I am so clumsy, I can't even put on makeup properly, how ugly…”

“Am I very ugly? Why don't you come to see me?”

At this point, the scene abruptly ended.

Ning Tao held her left cheek, feeling immense pain.

Countless memories flooded her mind like a tide.

Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, endless memories.

There were whispers of Blood Bead in her ears, and there was also the cold, ruthless sword of the blood-red robe.

She remembered everything.

She was the number one beauty of Jiupan Mountain, the Golden Canary.

Blood Bead, her most admired childhood friend.

Life after life, in the cycle of illusions.

She entered the Demon Gate, witnessing Blood Bead's descent into the illusion, trying to wake him up.

“Blood Bead…” Ning Tao held her face, feeling inexplicably hesitant.

She recalled the day she saw the gentle eyes of that blood-red figure outside Wugui City.

“Do you know the Golden Canary? She is a very proud, very vain girl, and I have been looking for her.”

At this moment, the Supreme Master’s lips curled into a smile as she looked at Ning Tao and asked, “Demon girl, have you recalled all your memories? Do you hate the great devil now?”

This seemed very important to her.

Ning Tao raised her head and coldly looked at her, “He is not the great devil!”

Blood Bead said she was not the great devil!

She believed it!

Even if in the illusion, she saw him slaughtering beings, saw him stabbing her again and again.

She believed he was not the great devil.

The world might call him the great devil, but the Golden Canary knew he was just her childhood friend, not anyone else.

“Ha, another self-deceiver.” Shang Yiran laughed, then looked at Bai Ze, “We are husband and wife, and they are my junior brothers and sisters. I am willing to let them go, but... the demon girl, I must kill or take away.”

Shang Yiran's body radiated terrifying aura, enough to make even a Great Supreme tremble.

The seven powerful figures behind her also stepped forward, pressing towards Bai Ze.

“This time... no one can save you, demon girl.” Shang Yiran's eyes flashed coldly, “Only by eliminating the demon girl and the great devil can this world truly find peace.

Bai Ze, will you really block me?
Can you block me?
Or will you disregard the world's beings for personal feelings?”

Shang Yiran's body emitted a terrifying aura.

She had to take the demon girl away.

In the past, she thought the Blood Lord was dead and treated the Northern Demons merely as chess pieces.

But recently, her avatar detected a trace of the Blood Lord's aura in the world.

Thus, the Golden Canary must be in her hands.

In this world, the person she coveted most was Bai Ze. Now, she added the Blood Lord to that list.

Bai Ze looked at Shang Yiran, showing a moment of hesitation before speaking, “She is not the demon girl, and even if she was... that was two cycles ago.

To take her, you must get past me!”

“No one can stop me today!” Shang Yiran's face turned hideous.

No one could stop her from taking the Golden Canary today!

Bai Ze was desolate.

Shang Yiran was right.

He couldn't stop her.

Shang Yiran's avatar, along with those seven powerful figures, could easily take Ning Tao away.

Even if the master came, he might not be able to stop Shang Yiran.

This situation... was unsolvable.

...

In the underground palace.

Qi Yuan sat with closed eyes, meditating on his primordial divine power.

Ten years had passed.

His understanding deepened, but he still couldn't imprint the power, nor reach the subtle realm of the Grand Forgetfulness Sutra.

“Forget... what have I forgotten?”

He pondered hard but found no answers.

Suddenly, a faint, intermittent voice reached his ears.

“Blood Bead…”

“Blood Bead…”

The voice was sorrowful, tinged with helplessness.

Qi Yuan's heart skipped a beat, as if seeing the Golden Canary with a tear-streaked face, eyes red, stubbornly looking up, helplessly at him.

Countless scenes surged into his mind like waves.

He saw himself trapped in the great devil's cycle, following the path of slaughter.

He saw himself wearing a blood-red robe walking in the desert, with a vague figure chasing behind, pierced by his sword.

He saw himself tied to a stone pillar, burned by fire, with that figure rushing up to bear the pain with him.

He saw that figure holding him without hesitation, leaping into the molten lava together.

He saw himself repeatedly stabbing that figure, yet she still followed him, life after life, facing the world as enemies.

In the illusion, that figure was real, not a figment of his imagination.

He understood that figure was the Golden Canary.

“Golden Canary…”

The endless illusion was like a repeated cycle.

Those were illusions, the life of the great devil.

Originally, when entering the Demon Gate, he experienced the life of the great devil.

The Golden Canary broke in, trying to wake him up.

“I remember now.”

All the scenes turned into endless emotions.

A trace of pity appeared in Qi Yuan's eyes.

And a trace of irritability.

The urge to see the Golden Canary grew stronger.

“After sinking into the illusion with me... where is she now?”

Countless emotions erupted in Qi Yuan's body.

The Primordial Divine Power: Heart Demon Induction seemed ready to burst out, uncontrollable.

When Qi Yuan recalled everything that happened in the Gate of All Differences, the Grand Forgetfulness Sutra also stepped into the subtle realm.

Qi Yuan's heart was a mix of emotions, filled with self-reproach and pity.

He calmed himself down.

“Why did I hear the Golden Canary's voice…”

He heard the Golden Canary's voice and recalled all the memories.

Why did he hear it? This was crucial.

Since entering the Foundation Establishment, Qi Yuan's ears could hear strange sounds.

Before entering this game, he heard Ning Tao's voice.

Where did the sound come from?
Where is the Golden Canary now?
Who is she now?

Suddenly, a tearful, aggrieved voice echoed in his ears again.

“Am I very ugly? Why don't you come to see me?”

The Golden Canary's voice struck him like a thunderbolt.

Qi Yuan suddenly remembered.

At the Seven-Colored Peak, he heard Ning Tao's sleep-talking: “Am I very ugly? Why don't you come to see me?”

He had heard such sleep-talk more than once.

At that time, he always laughed it off, mocking Ning Tao, saying how a Supreme could talk in her sleep.

During the Great Escape, Ning Tao carried the blood ball, fighting against the Great Supreme.

At night, she curled up like a little cat, and Qi Yuan stood guard beside her.

He heard Ning Tao's tearful sleep-talking again.

Understood!
Completely understood!
Ning Tao is the Golden Canary.

A “demon” character was etched on Ning Tao's face.

The Northern Demons, despised by the heavens.

In the eyes of the world, she was like a hideous monster.
Such a vain Golden Canary, turned into a “demon” scorned by everyone, regarded as the ugliest creature.

How could she bear such pain?

How could she bear the countless stabs in the illusion?

At that time, under the influence of the Demon Gate, he fell into the life path of the great devil, slaughtering beings.

Unlike the great devil, someone was always waiting for him.

“Golden Canary… Ning Tao…”

A surge of energy burst forth, turning the sky over Wugui City blood-red.

Qi Yuan had found the path to imprint the Primordial Divine Power: Heart Demon Induction.

In the barrier, the White Emperor's avatar was restrained by Shang Yiran.

The seven strong figures also advanced towards the Northern Demons, specifically towards Ning Tao.

Shang Yiran's lips curled into a smile, “In the past, the Blood Lord protected you. Who will protect you today?”

Ning Tao looked at Shang Yiran, her eyes filled with intense killing intent.

At this moment, a hoarse voice filled with guilt sounded.

“Golden Canary, I'm late.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you.”

The chain in the Golden Canary's hand trembled.

The blood-colored ball emitted various terrifying auras.

Shang Yiran saw the blood ball, her eyes showing a hint of surprise, “Blood Lord? No, you are a drop of the Blood Lord's blood!”

In the past, when the Blood Lord entered the Demon Gate, he cut off his arm and left it with the Golden Canary.

Later, the Blood Lord perished in the Demon Gate, leaving only a drop of blood.

The blood ball before her was that drop of blood!

Ning Tao's frail figure trembled, tightly gripping the chain, looking at the blood ball with a gaze that seemed to span millennia.

She finally saw the person she had longed for over countless ages.

The blood ball condensed into a figure in a blood-red robe.

“Blood Bead!” She tightly embraced the figure in the blood-red robe.

Just like when the fire spread, she had clung to him without hesitation, burning together.

Shang Yiran's smile widened, “What a touching story. Great devil... you finally showed yourself.”

Qi Yuan, in the blood-red robe, looked at Shang Yiran with a cold expression, “Today, you will die!”

Shang Yiran's smile grew, “Even if this is your drop of blood, even if you were here in person, you might not be my avatar's match.

And can your main body reach here now?”

The Golden Canary clung tightly to Qi Yuan's arm.

The White Emperor looked at Qi Yuan, his eyes filled with excitement, “Master, don't come here before reaching the sixth level!
Shang Yiran has the Destiny Tablet; she is no longer herself!”

Shang Yiran's smile brightened.

A drop of blood, not even able to harm a Supreme.

How could it take Ning Tao from her?

“Great devil, I will take the Golden Canary today. If you want to see her, come to the Demon Palace!”

Qi Yuan remained calm, his previous guilt and remorse turning into intense killing intent.

“A drop of blood is enough to kill you!”

As Qi Yuan spoke, his blood drop figure underwent a terrifying change.

Divine Soul Blood!

The Divine Soul Blood from the Great Void was now used by Qi Yuan.

Obtained from the Black Chicken Old Demon, the Divine Soul Blood could parasitize treasures, turning them into divine soul artifacts.

What treasure could be more precious than his drop of blood?

This was a drop of blood from the Heavenly Dao Foundation!

At this moment, Qi Yuan turned himself into a divine soul artifact.

With the fall of the Divine Soul Blood, Qi Yuan's blood underwent a huge transformation.

He looked at the Golden Canary, “Wait for me!”

After becoming a divine soul artifact, he could no longer project his consciousness here.

The blood-red figure kept changing.

Imprint!

In Wugui City, Qi Yuan let out a great roar.

He finally understood why he couldn't imprint his primordial divine power.

In the illusion, he cut off an arm, forgetting the consciousness imposed by the Demon Gate—that he was the great devil.

That arm turned into a drop of blood.

That drop of blood was the source of all demons, the great devil, the origin of all demons.

That drop of blood truly matched the primordial divine power: Heart Demon Induction.

He needed to imprint this power onto the divine soul artifact!

In the barrier, the blood-red robe figure disappeared.

Ning Tao's eyes were filled with reluctance.

The blood-red figure turned into a dazzling blood-red sword.

Shang Yiran's eyes showed greed, “Transforming yourself into a divine soul artifact, what a brilliant move.

If an ordinary Supreme wielded this sword, it could even harm a Great Supreme!
But such a sword, while ingenious, can't kill or even hurt me!”

As Shang Yiran spoke, the blood-red sword underwent another change.

Greed, lust, arrogance...

Various emotions emanated from the sword.

Everyone in the barrier, including the White Emperor, felt uneasy.

They looked at the blood-red sword, showing surprise.

“Primordial divine power!” Shang Yiran's eyes widened, “You imprinted your primordial divine power onto a sword, you... you're so... willing!”

Imprinting primordial divine power onto a divine soul artifact was unheard of.

But Shang Yiran knew it was possible.

“Blood Lord, ha ha... this move surprised me.

But without your primordial divine power, your main body is crippled!
Without it, even an ordinary Supreme can kill you!” Shang Yiran laughed.

Her evaluation of the Blood Lord plummeted.

Those who easily lost their heads had no great achievements.

“Let me see how strong your primordial divine power is!”

Facing the Blood Lord's primordial divine power, Shang Yiran remained unafraid!

After all, her level was at the world's peak.

Breaking further would lead to undesirable consequences.

All her plans would be in vain.

Ning Tao held the blood-red sword, her figure growing taller.

Holding the sword, she felt a blood bond.

“This sword is called the Primordial Divine Power: Heart Demon Induction!”

Ning Tao stepped forward, like an unparalleled swordswoman.

After all these years, she could finally... fight alongside Blood Bead.

“Die!”

As she swung the sword, endless blood energy filled the barrier.

Greed, arrogance, gluttony... various emotions surged.

The faces of the seven strong figures finally showed alarm.

Shang Yiran's eyes widened in disbelief, “Heart demon? Great devil? How is this possible!”

How could he be the real great devil!
Such a primordial divine power couldn't be refined.

Only the great devil, once a Buddha, could refine it.

For all worldly demons stemmed from the great devil's essence.

What's going on?

Shang Yiran's eyes showed confusion, then she laughed.

A real great devil... how interesting!

As the sword struck, the seven strong figures behind Shang Yiran, like fragile porcelain dolls, cracked just from a glance.

They howled and cried as if falling into an endless demon realm.

The seven strong figures didn't survive even one strike.

On Shang Yiran's back, a snow-white demon emerged.

Unlike others, it showed no fear, only smiling, “Blood Lord, this time, you win. This avatar is yours.

But without your primordial divine power, what fear do you hold?
I'll wait for you in the Demon Palace!

If you delay, the Golden Canary... will be mine.”

With that, Shang Yiran shattered her avatar with a palm.

For continuing would allow the sword to harm her true body through the avatar.

Shang Yiran's avatar vanished.

The seven strong figures, with heart demons bursting out, fell.

One simple sword killed eight strong figures.

The Northern Demons looked at each other in astonishment.

Today's events were beyond their expectations.

The White Emperor looked at the blood-red sword, eyes filled with shock and sorrow.

Such a sword evoked endless heart demons.

Master... was truly the great devil?
If true...

He didn't know how to face it.

Ning Tao tightly gripped the sword, her pale face showing a smile, “Blood Bead... the illusions were false.”

All the pain was due to the curses endured after entering the Demon Gate.

Blood Bead's sword strikes were mere illusions.