Novel Lived
Chapter 152: If I Unleash My Stellar Golden Core, How Will You Respond?
Chapter 152: If I Unleash My Stellar Golden Core, How Will You Respond?
The slaughter began in an instant.
The Grand Palace Master took a step forward, his expression calm, and gave a light shout.
"The Nine Layers of Radiant Light Formation!"
From above the Nine Heavens, radiance descended.
The Grand Palace Master was cloaked in this radiance, making him appear incomparably sacred.
The Second and Third Palace Masters flew into the sky, their deep eyes filled with reverence.
"Summon our Glorious Sword!"
As the two of them spoke, the expressions of the fifty or so Purple Mansion cultivators below became solemn, and they shouted in unison.
"Summon our Glorious Sword!"
The forms of the fifty-some Purple Mansion cultivators began to turn transparent.
Countless rays of light emanated from their bodies, their sleeves billowing with white light, each appearing like a saint.
Over a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators flew into the sky, resembling fireflies, emitting their own brilliance.
"The Glorious Sword, guard our Light!"
"The Unbreakable Shield, repel all demons!"
As the thousand-plus cultivators shouted, thousands of swords of light hovered above the Light Palace, as if a myriad of swords had been fired.
The aura of light, holiness, sacrifice, and devotion filled the air.
Every cultivator's expression was solemn, with no fear of death, as if they were fighting for the light.
Seeing this, the smile on Qi Yuan's face froze.
He looked at the sacred Light Palace and then glanced at his own aura of overwhelming blood.
Why did he feel like he was the villain here?
"I am the true representative of light! You shameless thieves who have stolen the light!"
"I, the Blood-Clad Sword God, represent justice, represent light, and will exterminate you!"
"The true Glorious Sword belongs to me!"
Qi Yuan’s blood-colored robe flapped in the wind as he shouted.
Above the sky, the endless blood mist boiled and surged, the immense killing intent sweeping across, striking fear into the hearts of all who caught even a glimpse of the heavens.
The blood sword behind him unsheathed, its crimson glow eerie, like the allure of an evil god.
Heart Demon Invocation of the Void Realm Sovereign!
The blood-colored sword of the soul shot into the sky.
Within the endless sea of blood, it seemed as if summoned, as over a thousand blood-red swords soared into the air.
Arrogance, evil, greed, gluttony...
A fierce wind howled, and demonic faces twisted in rage.
Countless ominous auras emanated from the thousand-plus blood-red swords.
"Now this is what you call a Glorious Sword!" Qi Yuan glanced at the Glorious Sword behind him, feeling a bit guilty.
If he had only summoned one, he could have disguised it as a radiant, holy light.
But with over a thousand of them, it was too difficult to maintain the facade.
So, he decided to stop pretending.
Who said villains can't be good guys?
"Justice will triumph over evil!" Qi Yuan roared.
The cultivators of the Light Palace also shouted, "The Glorious Sword shall vanquish all evil!"
The red blood swords and the sacred light swords collided at this moment!
The entire sky was split in half.
One half was filled with surging blood, the other as pure as rain.
Blood and light clashed.
The sacred radiance, the purest thing in the world, was instantly tainted by the blood.
The white light on the Grand Palace Master's body wavered, seemingly on the verge of falling apart.
Over a thousand Nascent Souls and fifty-plus Purple Mansion cultivators turned deathly pale.
Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators saw their light swords completely transform into blood swords.
Qi Yuan's complexion also paled.
He had forcefully withstood dozens of original divine powers.
At that moment, he quickly used Death's Radiance to restore himself to normal.
"Not bad, you’ve got some skill. Your fake Glorious Sword can actually compete with my real one.
Looks like killing you all will take a whole day and night."
After the first clash, both sides suffered losses.
The Light Palace lost over a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators.
While Qi Yuan had expended some energy, it was instantly replenished by Death's Radiance, leaving him completely unscathed.
Hearing Qi Yuan's words, all the Purple Mansion cultivators of the Light Palace were visibly shaken.
They had thought that even if this strike couldn’t kill the Blood-Clad Sword God, it would at least severely wound him!
But now, the Blood-Clad Sword God looked as if nothing had happened to him, not even a scratch.
"Again!" Qi Yuan fought with even greater fervor.
Once, he had challenged two thousand seven old men beyond his level.
Now, with the same original divine power, what’s the big deal about killing some Purple Mansion cultivators?
This time, he summoned three thousand blood-red Glorious Swords.
Overwhelming them with sheer numbers!
"Swear to protect the Light Palace!" the Nascent Soul and Purple Mansion cultivators roared, their bodies glowing with intense light.
Boom!
The collision happened once more.
This time, Qi Yuan combined his domineering strength and Death's Radiance with his original divine power.
Light and blood intertwined.
The light now bore a trace of eerie red.
Qi Yuan laughed, "Ha ha, keep going! Your fake light will ultimately be devoured by me!"
In the distance, all the Purple Mansion cultivators watching the battle were utterly shocked.
"The Blood-Clad Sword God... is terrifying beyond belief. Even Wutian Old Man might not be his match!"
"Give him another thousand years, and he might really become a Yin God!"
"Where did this demon come from? If he truly defeats the Light Palace, what will become of Cuiyun Continent’s future?"
Original divine powers reveal a cultivator’s true nature and potential.
The Blood-Clad Sword God's original divine power was steeped in blood and filled with negative emotions.
Anyone who looked at him could tell he was an unstoppable demon.
"Could it be that he’s not a cultivator of this world?" one Purple Mansion cultivator wondered aloud.
Watching the battle up close, they felt that Qi Yuan's original divine power seemed different from theirs.
"A demon from another realm? How did the Light Palace provoke him?"
"With such overwhelming blood energy, he must have slaughtered millions of beings!"
At that moment, there was a fluctuation in the void, and a man in golden robes murmured, "With such overwhelming blood energy, he’s undoubtedly a great demon.
I was thinking of saving him and recruiting him into our Seeking Dao Palace, but it seems… I should reconsider."
Hearing this, the nearby Purple Mansion cultivators were all shocked.
"Seeking Dao Palace?"
Seeking Dao Palace was a mysterious organization in the Canglan Realm.
This organization was founded by a Yin God.
The minimum entry requirement was late-stage Purple Mansion.
These Purple Mansion cultivators gathered together in search of the path to becoming a Yin God.
Now, even the people from Seeking Dao Palace were paying attention to the Blood-Clad Sword God!
How could they not be surprised?
"Senior, who do you think will win this battle?" one Purple Mansion cultivator couldn’t help but ask the golden-robed man from Seeking Dao Palace.
The golden-robed man watched the fierce battle ahead. "The Blood-Clad Sword God's original divine power is unique, and he’s cultivated secret arts, making him stronger than Wutian Old Man. If the Light Palace doesn’t change its tactics, the Blood-Clad Sword God is sure to win eventually.
But…"
The golden-robed man’s tone shifted.
"The Light Palace won’t just sit and wait to die!
As soon as the Yin God artifact appears, it will eclipse the sun and moon, and the Blood-Clad Sword God will undoubtedly fall.
The outcome of this battle… is already decided."
After saying this, the golden-robed man’s figure vanished.
By this time, the battle between the Light Palace and Qi Yuan had already gone through more than ten rounds.
In each clash, Qi Yuan gained a slight advantage.
With every encounter, over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators from the Light Palace were polluted, their hearts consumed by inner demons.
Their light swords turned into blood swords.
Even several Purple Mansion cultivators were affected.
"Keep going!" Qi Yuan's divine power seemed endless.
The original divine power engraved on his soul sword had absorbed all the inner demons from the Liufeng Realm.
What Qi Yuan lacked least was original divine power.
The Grand Palace Master’s expression was grim as he looked at Qi Yuan, his eyes filled with deep apprehension: "You truly exceed my expectations. Even Wutian Old Man might not be your match."
Qi Yuan stood in the void, his blood-colored robe becoming more dazzling.
"What’s the point of talking so much? Today, the Light Palace will be destroyed!"
Qi Yuan was at ease.
To be honest, this battle with the Light Palace was far from difficult for him.
It just took some time, requiring him to wear them down gradually.
"Big brother, why waste time? Unleash the Yin God artifact and kill this fiend in one fell swoop!" Third Palace Master Ziming shouted.
She didn’t want to continue this frustrating battle.
If they delayed any longer, allowing the Blood-Clad Sword God to pollute the Light Palace’s officials and elders, the Light Palace would suffer significant losses.
Even the usually silent Second Palace Master spoke up: "Big brother, it’s time to use the Yin God artifact."
They knew that the Yin God artifact couldn’t be used lightly because it was already damaged, and using it would prolong the time needed for repairs.
With the great calamity approaching, they didn’t have much time to prepare.
But the Blood-Clad Sword God’s power exceeded their expectations, so they had to use this trump card.
The Grand Palace Master looked at Qi Yuan, sighed deeply, and said, "Why do you press us so hard, my friend?
We great cultivators attain our cultivation through much hardship.
Those mortals, if they die, they die. Give it a few hundred or even a thousand years, and they’ll spring up again like locusts.
It can be said they are endless and inexhaustible.
But we, on the other hand, take millennia or more to produce even one."
He still harbored the idea of conserving resources.
Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm: "You think your life is precious?
Well, you’re right, it is. My White Moonlight is indeed superior, a cut above the rest, and your life is valuable!"
His tone held no compromise.
Seeing this, the Grand Palace Master’s expression turned cold, and at that moment, he finally made up his mind.
The Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty!
This damaged Yin God artifact finally flew out from his sleeve, landing on his head.
The Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty was entirely golden, with a single drop of blood on it—Yin God blood.
If a drop of this blood were to fall, even a late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator couldn’t withstand it.
The aura that emanated from it was terrifying, domineering, and overwhelming.
A look of ferocity and pain appeared on the Grand Palace Master’s face.
Countless scales erupted from his body.
His eyes turned golden, and in that instant, his head transformed into that of a dragon.
The aura he exuded was ancient, mysterious, and invincible.
Qi Yuan felt that he was no longer facing a mere Purple Mansion cultivator but a true deity.
"Those who defy my divine might, die!"
The voice was deep, robust, and filled with authority.
All the Purple Mansion cultivators felt their hearts pounding. They sensed that if this deity willed it, their bodies would shatter on their own.
At this moment, the spiritual energy within a thousand miles began to churn, forming a spiritual storm.
"Yin God!"
"The Yin God has emerged!"
"This is the Yin God realm! Just one look, and my eyes—!" A Nascent Soul cultivator glanced up, and blood flowed from his eyes.
"The Blood-Clad Sword God... is finished."
With the appearance of the Yin God, who could possibly resist?
In the face of a Yin God, all beings were equal, whether they were Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, or Purple Mansion—they were all as fragile as mortals.
"So this is the power of a god?"
For the first time, Qi Yuan's expression grew serious.
As the Grand Palace Master donned the Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty, the entire Light Palace, all the Nascent Soul and Purple Mansion cultivators, including Qi Yuan, were pulled into the virtual realm.
Qi Yuan saw that the once imposing Grand Palace Master now exuded an overwhelming aura, with an ancient deity lurking within.
"Die!"
The deity extended a single finger.
This finger was brute force incarnate, unreasonable in its power.
The descent of this divine finger was enough to erase nearly a million square kilometers of the Shang Kingdom from the map.
Such a finger was beyond human resistance!
Even dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of late-stage Purple Mansion cultivators could not withstand such a strike.
"Using this to kill you, Blood-Clad Sword God, you die with honor!"
The Grand Palace Master examined Qi Yuan as if trying to etch his memory.
But at this moment, the Grand Palace Master's eyes suddenly twitched: "You're not a Purple Mansion? Not even a Nascent Soul!"
His heart skipped a beat.
The Purple Mansion cultivators present were all confused.
They didn't understand why the Grand Palace Master said this.
At this moment, Qi Yuan smiled gracefully: "When did I ever say I was a Purple Mansion?
I am a Heavenly Dao Foundation, Stellar Golden Core!
With my Stellar Golden Core, is it too much to kill a celestial god?"
At that moment, the blood-colored robe on Qi Yuan began to melt away.
A blazing light emanated from his dantian.
Something terrifying was brewing.
The great sun blazed with endless light and heat.
For the first time, fear appeared on the Grand Palace Master's face as a sense of impending danger washed over him.
"Die!"
At this moment, he hesitated no longer. The deity's finger descended, pressing directly toward Qi Yuan.
This finger was enough to sink a continent and erase a nation.
The Grand Palace Master roared, "The finger of a god—how will you block it?"
The earth trembled, the unknown substance in the virtual realm churned, and all space seemed to compress under the pressure of the god's finger, ready to explode.
"If I unleash my Stellar Golden Core, how will you respond?"
At this moment, Qi Yuan finally unleashed his Stellar Golden Core.
Heaven and earth clashed, water and fire intertwined, yin and yang converged.
When the vital energies are fully mixed, a golden core is formed; that core is the sun!
"I am the great sun!"
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The speed of the descending divine finger slowed to a crawl in Qi Yuan’s perception.
Endless spiritual energy surged, and Qi Yuan's dantian erupted with blazing light, heat, and destruction.
In the Canglan Realm, the small sun in the sky suddenly grew larger.
All the cultivators looked up at the heavens.
They saw that the small sun was burning, emitting endless light and heat, and descending.
The stars trembled.
All the starlight and the radiance of the sun and moon were, at that moment... eclipsed by that small sun.
Everyone looked up, their faces filled with terror, or fear.
That small sun grew larger and larger.
The sun, moon, and stars vanished.
In the sky, there was only that blazing sun.
It seemed as if it would fall upon the Canglan Realm.
Countless terrifying auras awoke in alarm, looking up at the sun that seemed to be crashing down on the Canglan Realm.
At that moment, the sun rose in Canglan, and the world was shocked. The gods awoke in fear.
In the virtual realm, a phantom of a great sun slowly rose behind Qi Yuan.
Endless light, infinite flames danced on Qi Yuan's body.
At this moment, Qi Yuan was as sacred as the great sun.
Anyone who saw the projection of that sun had fear in their eyes.
In the Grand Palace Master's golden eyes, the image of that sun was reflected, and his face was filled with disbelief and amazement.
"What... are you?"
Qi Yuan did not answer the Grand Palace Master’s question.
His eyes shone with the brilliance of the sun.
He looked up at the almost motionless divine finger.
"The great sun shines bright, illuminating all directions;
I wear the black robe, enforcing the nine edicts!"
The sun’s phantom behind him continued to expand.
The entire virtual realm seemed unable to contain this great sun.
"A mere Yin God—behold my Stellar Golden Core!"
At that moment, the sun's phantom exploded!
Endless flames, boundless light and heat, swept through the entire virtual realm.
The divine finger, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, under the brilliance of the great sun, was as laughable as a wax statue.
It melted away, into nothingness.
The entire virtual realm was consumed by fire, turmoil, and destruction.
The Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty atop the Grand Palace Master’s head didn't even have time to make a sound before it was engulfed in the endless fire and heat.
His expression froze, staring blankly at the great sun as his body was devoured.
"The sun… golden core…"
He couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t imagine.
Even if he became a Yin God, he wouldn’t understand why there would be a Stellar Golden Core.
But he didn’t need to understand.
Upon seeing the Stellar Golden Core, even with the Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty, even with the power of a Yin God, under the great sun, he was reduced to ashes without any resistance.
All the Purple Mansion and Nascent Soul cultivators were instantly vaporized, leaving no trace behind.
The power of the great sun—who could resist?
No one could!
Over a thousand cultivators of the Light Palace fell just like that.
Qi Yuan stood in the virtual realm, like a great sun himself, his eyes flickering with the true flames of the sun.
His dantian now truly burned with the passion of fire.
After summoning the Stellar Golden Core, the Light Palace was pitifully weak in Qi Yuan’s eyes.
At that moment, a joyful voice came through.
"Blood Pearl!"
Qi Yuan suddenly felt a soft, delicate body pressing against him.
"Canary?" Qi Yuan looked at the canary’s projection, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.
However, he noticed that the canary’s figure was gradually fading and would soon disappear.
"You’ve been gone for several days." The canary was just as she had always been, her black dress making her pale skin even more striking. Her slender waist was easy to grasp, and the intricate embroidery on her skirt was matched by black stockings that wrapped her fair thighs and delicate feet.
"Several days?" Qi Yuan looked at the canary and said, "One day on earth is a hundred years in the heavens; in reality... I've been gone for over a thousand years.
But I engraved my original divine power on the golden core, so you live within my golden core, always in a state between remembering and forgetting.
So, time for you has been in a unique kind of stasis."
Qi Yuan hadn’t expected that summoning his golden core’s projection would also summon Ning Tao’s projection.
Ning Tao was briefly stunned, then smiled sweetly, "So, over the long years, except for you, my time has been frozen?"
Her figure grew fainter.
Qi Yuan nodded, "If you want to change that, you can leave the golden core."
"No, this is fine too." Ning Tao looked at Qi Yuan, her face full of longing.
She knew she was about to leave.
"Blood Pearl, I’ve become very strong now!" She extended her snow-white fist and waved it in front of Qi Yuan. "Next time, you won’t need to summon that big golden core. You just need to call me, and I can help you kill your enemies. Just now, I could have taken on ten of those bugs by myself.
Summoning the big golden core is too wasteful!"
On the Stellar Golden Core, Ning Tao had received Qi Yuan’s gift.
Her cultivation had reached a new level.
Hearing this, Qi Yuan patted the canary’s black hair, "When my dantian is full of spiritual energy again, I’ll definitely call you down to play."
Summoning the Stellar Golden Core had severely depleted the spiritual energy in his body.
In the short term, he couldn’t summon it again.
After all, this wasn’t just crossing between worlds, but between universes.
"No need to summon me all the time, just call me when you’re in danger!" The canary spoke thoughtfully, looking at Qi Yuan’s face, her eyes shining with stars. "This time, I appeared suddenly, and now I’m leaving suddenly too."
Her figure continued to fade.
Qi Yuan held her hand, slowly watching her disappear.
Finally, he placed a wisp of flame in Ning Tao’s hand: "This is the Solar True Fire I just acquired. Ignite it on the star."
On the star, igniting the Solar True Fire might allow his golden core to devour other planets and stars.
His golden core was also constantly growing stronger.
"Okay." Ning Tao nodded vigorously, and her figure vanished.
Qi Yuan's black robe turned blood red at this moment, and his figure became ethereal.
He was about to leave the virtual realm and return to the real world.
At this moment, all the Purple Mansion cultivators watching the battle were completely stunned.
Just now, the Grand Palace Master had dragged the Blood-Clad Sword God into the virtual realm.
Above the sky, anomalies had occurred.
A great sun had suddenly fallen.
In the Canglan Realm, countless terrifying auras had simultaneously taken action.
At that time, pillars of light could be seen shooting into the sky, trying to stop the sun.
It seemed as if the Canglan Realm had almost been destroyed.
All the Purple Mansion cultivators felt as if they had narrowly escaped death.
They had no idea what had happened.
They only knew that something terrifying had definitely occurred.
At this moment, one Purple Mansion cultivator said, "The Blood-Clad Sword God and the Light Palace... should have decided the outcome by now, right?"
"The Grand Palace Master donned the Imperial Dragon Crown of Frightening Majesty, wielding power comparable to a Yin God. The Blood-Clad Sword God must be dead.
If you calculate the time, the people from the Light Palace should be coming out soon."
"What a pity for the Blood-Clad Sword God, such a great power, to die here."
At this moment, outside the Light Palace headquarters, the mournful sound of the suona continued.
Xu Yeli played the suona, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"Blood-Clad Sword God, I can’t leave, so I’ll see you off on your final journey."
The suona’s lament became even more sorrowful.
At that moment, a ripple appeared in front of the Light Palace headquarters.
Everyone turned to look.
They saw a blood-red figure emerge from the virtual realm.
His eyes were deep, as if he had experienced endless years.
Seeing that figure, all the watching Purple Mansion cultivators were utterly stunned.
"Blood-Clad Sword God?"
"How is it him coming out!"
"How is this possible!"
These Purple Mansion cultivators were bewildered, confused, and lost.
Facing a Yin God, how could the Blood-Clad Sword God have been the one to emerge?
He was clearly just a Purple Mansion cultivator—how could he possibly be a match for a Yin God?
At this moment, the mournful tune of the suona still played.
Qi Yuan looked at the now-empty Light Palace, and a sudden wave of sorrow welled up.
“Boo hoo... You died so tragically!”
“You didn’t even leave a single hair behind!”
“You didn’t leave anything for me!”
“Boo hoo... My White Moonlight, how could you abandon me and leave like this?”
“Swallow!”
All the Purple Mansion cultivators were stunned by this scene.
They looked at Qi Yuan in silence.
At that moment, one Purple Mansion cultivator couldn’t hold back any longer. He glanced at a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The Nascent Soul cultivator nervously flew over to Qi Yuan and asked, "Senior Blood-Clad Sword God, did you kill everyone in the Light Palace?"
Qi Yuan couldn’t force out any tears, but his sorrow was genuine: "Justice will always triumph over evil."
The Nascent Soul cultivator didn’t dare say anything, just staring at the blood-red demonic sword in Qi Yuan’s sword box.
You look more like the evil one, don’t you?
At this moment, Qi Yuan stood up, looked around, and began a post-battle speech: "I was not fighting alone. Behind me stood the Golden Core and Stellar Golden Core of the God Flower Society, Little Li from the Fox Den, the Four Emperors of the God Flower, Feng Jun, and behind me stood all the cultivators and ordinary people oppressed by the Light Palace!"
Qi Yuan spoke passionately, summarizing the battle and deepening the theme.
However, he was too sad, his voice hoarse, and he couldn’t help but look again at the empty Light Palace.
“Boo hoo... You were so heartless, leaving nothing behind for me.”
Everyone was dumbfounded, with "what?" written all over their faces.
That day, the Blood-Clad Sword God single-handedly annihilated the Light Palace, gave an impassioned speech, and mourned at the "graves" for three hours before leaving.
No one knew what had happened in the virtual realm.
Everyone’s attention was focused on that falling sun.