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

The Present Game.

Ten Thousand Gods Mountain.

Hei Tian Divine Lord's eyes were filled with worry.

He had just received news that the person who had pre-ordered him had arrived at the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain.

At this moment, he was especially anxious.

After all, once that person came to claim him, he would undoubtedly die.

"I thought I still had several epochs of time left. I never expected it to be so close."

The reason he had held onto hope and invested was that he believed there was still enough time.

The friends he had made still had enough time to grow.

But now, that person had arrived, and his time was running out.

He stood outside a mountain, waiting patiently.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ye walked out: "Hei Tian Divine Lord, my lord has been in seclusion and it's unclear when he will awaken."

Hearing this, Hei Tian Divine Lord was disappointed. He said, "When Qi Yuan emerges from seclusion, tell him that the debt he owes me is now settled."

Feng Ye's expression changed.

Settled?

At their level, any debt or favor was a matter of karma.

To transcend and progress, these karmic ties needed to be resolved.

Hei Tian Divine Lord's words carried immense weight.

Not paying attention to Feng Ye's expression, Hei Tian Divine Lord cupped his hands and left.

About three breaths later, a voice echoed in Hei Tian Divine Lord's ears.

"All plans become meaningless in the face of absolute power."

The speaker was Hei Tian Divine Lord's friend, the Star Devourer Divine Lord.

Hei Tian Divine Lord's expression was neither sad nor happy: "Star Devourer, you should leave too. Staying close to me now is not a good idea."

The Star Devourer Divine Lord looked at Hei Tian Divine Lord and finally said, "If one day I obtain a divine treasure and use it to become a Dao God, I will definitely seek justice for you!"

As for becoming a Spirit God by overcoming the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations as a Divine Lord, he had no confidence.

His only hope lay in obtaining a divine treasure.

After all, even the most mediocre Divine Lord could leap to the level of a Dao God by obtaining a divine treasure.

This was the terrifying power of divine treasures.

There were rumors that divine treasures were formed from the primordial laws of the Great World at its inception.

By devouring a divine treasure, one could master a Great Dao and become a Dao God.

However, divine treasures were limited in number, and it was almost impossible to find one outside the control of powerful forces.

Even if one appeared, it would be immediately seized by Dao Gods.

For a rogue cultivator like the Star Devourer Divine Lord, obtaining a divine treasure was nearly impossible.

...

Cloud Dream Mountain.

The fish emitted a faint aroma, the flames flickered, and the red stove melted the snow, leaving nothing behind.

Wu Shi sat casually, her bare feet resting on a long chair covered with fox fur. Her slender legs were tucked under her, and her snow-white, rounded calves peeked out from under her skirt.

Only when she was with Sword Disciple did she let down all her guard, enjoying the delicious food.

"Why are you always so cold? Learn to smile like me," Wu Shi said, looking at the icy Sword Disciple.

Her fox-like face, paired with her peach-blossom eyes, exuded a deep, enchanting charm.

Sword Disciple held his sword, exuding an aura that kept others at a distance.

He looked at his lofty master and asked inexplicably, "What do you want to do?"

After receiving the divine treasure bestowed by Wu Shi, Sword Disciple had finally stepped into the realm of a Dao God, becoming the sharpest sword in the Cloud Dream Palace.

His swordsmanship was indescribable, transcending all.

With his sword in hand, even ordinary Dao Gods were no match for him.

Over the years, he had built an unparalleled foundation for Wu Shi.

But rumors and gossip also spread within the Cloud Dream Palace.

The world said that the Cloud Dream Palace Master, Wu Shi, was a fox demon who used her charms to control Sword Disciple, exploiting him.

Using him as a sharp sword to clear obstacles and satisfy her ambitions.

But Sword Disciple knew that his sword could not rival his master, Wu Shi.

The world said that Wu Shi was ambitious.

Sword Disciple believed these were just rumors.

Wu Shi was momentarily stunned. Snowflakes fell on her red fur coat, melting away and leaving only faint water spots.

"Disciple, after all these years, this is the first time you've shown concern for me."

Wu Shi's smile was enigmatic.

This disciple of hers seemed indifferent to everything in the world.

The only thing he cared about was...

This was the first time he had asked her what she wanted to do.

"Me..."

Wu Shi gracefully stood up, her slender figure visible under the large red feathered cloak.

Standing at the peak of Cloud Dream Mountain, she looked down upon all living beings.

"I not only want to be the master of Cloud Dream Mountain, but also the master of the Hunxuan Wasteland, and even the master of the Zhou Mountain World.

I want... to stand on the highest point of Forget Zhou Mountain."

Her voice was cold, carrying an air of pride and authority.

At this moment, she was not the lazy woman who sneaked fish, but a lofty empress.

"Oh," Sword Disciple responded indifferently.

He wasn't interested.

Or rather, without emotions, he was indifferent to everything in the world.

[Your strength continues to grow. In the Zhou Mountain World, Sword Disciple is also known as the Sword Butcher.

Dao Gods dare not contend with you, and major forces avoid you like rats.

Your strength is skyrocketing, and everything in the world can be transformed into the sword in your hand.

You feel that your strength is sufficient, enough to defeat your master, Wu Shi.

So, you prepare to challenge Wu Shi. Once you defeat her, you can take action against the Nine Heavens Divine Palace and bring your sister back.

But...]

"Disciple, the Nine Heavens Divine Palace has returned your sister to you."

Wu Shi's face carried an enigmatic smile.

It seemed she was happy for Sword Disciple.

On this day, Sword Disciple met his sister after a separation of millions of years.

He was not happy.

Or rather, he had long since lost his emotions.

His sister wore a yellow silk dress with a white gauze outer robe. She was delicate and lovely, looking timidly at Sword Disciple. Her eyes seemed curious about this brother she had never met.

"You haven't seen each other for a long time. Take some time to get acquainted and reconnect."

After saying this, Wu Shi's figure drifted away, disappearing.

Only Sword Disciple and his sister remained.

His sister said that she had lived well in the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, and that all the enemies who had slaughtered the Marquis's mansion were dead.

His sister kept talking about her past, and Sword Disciple listened quietly.

His sister seemed very patient and did not lose her desire to share despite Sword Disciple's cold reaction, chattering on.

Finally, Sword Disciple looked at his delicate and beautiful sister and said softly, "From now on, I will protect you."

This was one of the three sentences engraved in his heart.

It was because of these three sentences, like anchors, that he did not lose himself in the slaughter and the sword.

"I love you the most, big brother," the girl seemed to cheer, hugging Sword Disciple's arm, her full chest pressing against him. She seemed to realize something and quickly let go, her face flushing red.

At the peak of Cloud Dream Mountain.

The snow fell in clusters.

The woman in red couldn't help but curse under her breath: "Scheming girl."

She had no issue with Sword Disciple's sister; she simply didn't like her.

She really wanted to cut her down with a sword.

However, that was someone her disciple was protecting.

She looked at the clouds under the falling snow.

"Someone, keep an eye on Yujiao... forget it."

Then, Wu Shi waved her sleeve, and the clouds dispersed.

She had more important things to do.

...

A million years passed in the blink of an eye.

On Forget Zhou Mountain, several mysterious figures stood.

"The Cloud Dream Palace Master's origins are mysterious. What is her true identity?"

"Unfortunately, with that Sword Butcher around, we've never seen her make a move. We don't know her true strength or how many tribulations she has overcome."

"That Sword Disciple's identity is also quite mysterious."

"Sword Disciple is nothing to worry about. What we need to be wary of is the Cloud Dream Palace Master. She is too mysterious."

"No matter how mysterious she is, as long as she doesn't provoke us, her mystery will remain intact."

"Sword Disciple is strong, but he's only comparable to a first-tribulation Dao God. Hmph, today he dared to barge into the Nine Heavens Divine Palace. He's seeking death."

"How is Yujiao doing? Has she not yet won over Sword Disciple?"

"If Sword Disciple were to work for us, our chances against the Cloud Dream Palace Master would be much higher."

"Yujiao says that Sword Disciple is detached from worldly desires. It seems there's no one in this world he cares about."

"Doesn't he care about her?"

"Tell her to hurry up and win him over."

At their level, gender, morality, and emotions meant nothing.

In their eyes, Sword Disciple had a weakness—his obsession.

His sister was his obsession, his weakness.

...

In the palace, fiery red maple leaves covered the ground.

"Cough..." Sword Disciple coughed, the sound echoing in the empty palace.

"Big brother, I've come to see you."

Yujiao, wearing a thin gauze robe, hugged Sword Disciple from behind, her brows furrowed, looking pitiful.

"Mm," Sword Disciple responded indifferently.

This time, after forcefully barging into the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, Sword Disciple had suffered serious injuries.

"The Palace Master... is still in the Cloud Dream Palace," Yujiao said, her voice carrying a hint of something, much like the movement of her chest.

Seeing that Sword Disciple showed no reaction, Yujiao continued, "I'm just stirring the pot. I can't stand her. Big brother, you've worked so hard for her, suffered such severe injuries, and she doesn't even bother to come see you."

Yujiao grew angrier as she spoke, clearly dissatisfied with Wu Shi.

Sword Disciple's gaze was calm: "She is my master."

What does the master want to do?

He didn't know.

Whether the master cared about him or not was also unimportant.

At this moment, Yujiao's hand seemed to intentionally move downward, her snow-like face flushing slightly.

"I need to practice my sword," Sword Disciple said indifferently.

Yujiao was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and stomped away.

In the palace, only Sword Disciple remained.

His face showed neither sadness nor joy, and his voice was mechanical.

"How... can I become stronger?"

This was also one of the three sentences.

The sword swung continuously, the Great Dao shattered and then reformed.

His strength continued to grow.

Unfortunately, he always felt that the progress was too slow.

After an unknown amount of time, a Dao God approached.

"Sword Butcher, the Palace Master has ordered you to pacify the Tianyuan Wasteland."

He was Sword Disciple, but everyone called him the Sword Butcher.

This Dao God's expression was hesitant, as if he felt it was unfair to Sword Disciple.

"Oh," Sword Disciple responded indifferently.

The Dao God lowered his head and finally said, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Starting a war now... is probably unwise."

At this point, the Dao God also showed resentment.

"The Cloud Dream Palace spans two wastelands, and this foundation was built by you, Sword Butcher, with your sword.

Has the Cloud Dream Palace Master shed a single drop of blood? Has she contributed in any way?" The Dao God grew more agitated as he spoke. Finally, he looked at Sword Disciple, "If you, Sword Disciple, wish it, we... are willing to follow you as our master, to have you lead the Cloud Dream Palace."

This was also the wish of the other Dao Gods.

After all, Sword Disciple's contributions were visible to all.

What about Wu Shi?

She reaped the benefits without lifting a finger.

Sword Disciple listened calmly, though it was unclear if he was truly paying attention.

"I will go see my master."

He wanted to ask his master some questions.

Space shifted, and in one step, he moved from autumn to winter.

The fiery red maple leaves turned into pure white snow.

In the Cloud Dream Palace, the woman in red seemed to be murmuring to herself.

The peak of Cloud Dream Mountain was always covered in snow, and it had been snowing for a long time.

Year after year, the snow fell, but it grew lighter each time.

The world was a vast expanse of white.

At this moment, Wu Shi turned her head and looked at the figure approaching through the snowstorm.

She revealed a bright and delicate face.

"You don't want to wage war on the Tianyuan Wasteland?" Wu Shi asked softly.

"No."

"Why have you come here?"

Looking at Wu Shi, Sword Disciple's expression was enigmatic.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he had thought he could surpass his master.

But as his strength grew, he found that he could no longer see through Wu Shi.

Nor could he understand her.

"With master's strength, if you were to personally take action, you could quickly pacify the Tianyuan Wasteland. Why don't you act yourself?"

Sword Disciple, based on his understanding of Wu Shi, voiced the doubts of the other Dao Gods.

Wu Shi smiled: "I cannot leave the Cloud Dream Palace."

"Why?"

"I am waiting for someone here," Wu Shi said, looking into Sword Disciple's eyes.

"Who are you waiting for?" Sword Disciple's eyes were clear.

"I am waiting for a sword, a sword... that can free the world from suffering."

"Have you found it?" Sword Disciple asked.

Wu Shi's face showed a hint of reminiscence: "Forget Zhou Mountain has not yet broken. Perhaps... I have not found it."

She added silently in her heart.

Sword Disciple's expression changed slightly.

Forget Zhou Mountain was the core of the Zhou Mountain World.

If Forget Zhou Mountain were to break, the Zhou Mountain World would collapse, and countless lives would be lost.

This went against his principles of order and goodness.

Wu Shi looked at Sword Disciple and said seriously, "It will come."

Her memories told her that she would see that sword.

After bidding farewell to Wu Shi, Sword Disciple walked alone, with only his sword for company. Over the course of 100,000 years, he pacified the Tianyuan Wasteland.

From then on, the Zhou Mountain World had three of its seven wastelands under the control of the Cloud Dream Palace.

Rumors and gossip continued to spread.

"The Cloud Dream Palace Master is ambitious and seeks to unify the Zhou Mountain World!"

"Are we to simply bow before her?"

"Damn it, that Sword Disciple is aiding and abetting her, willingly acting as her executioner."

"Hmph, calling himself righteous? Is this righteousness?"

Many whispered complaints.

About the Cloud Dream Palace Master, about Sword Disciple.

It seemed that, for a time, they had become the targets of public criticism.

However, using words as weapons of criticism was futile.

Over the next million years, Sword Disciple's strength continued to grow.

His sword was almost a manifestation of the Dao.

Ordinary Dao Gods were no match for him.

In just a million years, the entire Zhou Mountain World had only one voice.

That of the Cloud Dream Palace.

And Sword Disciple was known as the number one Dao God.

Even the Nine Heavens Divine Palace treated Sword Disciple with respect.

After all, they still needed to do business in the Zhou Mountain World.

Kill Sword Disciple?

They were confident they could.

But... the Cloud Dream Palace Master was too mysterious.

No one knew her true depth. If anyone did, it was likely only Sword Disciple.

"Master, are you still waiting for that sword?"

Sword Disciple held his sword, his voice as cold as ever.

Over the years, he had noticed that his master had become increasingly sleepy and gluttonous.

However, she would only eat what he prepared.

"Mm," Wu Shi said as she ate fish, her voice colder than before.

Now, although the Zhou Mountain World was unified, the two of them met more often.

But their relationship, in the eyes of outsiders, had grown colder.

Wu Shi rarely smiled in front of Sword Disciple.

Sword Disciple knew, based on what his sister Yujiao had said.

This was the aloofness of a ruler.

"Have you found it?"

"No," Wu Shi said indifferently. "When Forget Zhou Mountain breaks, perhaps I will find it."

"Master, if Forget Zhou Mountain breaks, the Zhou Mountain World will collapse. I hope you do not make a mistake," Sword Disciple said coldly.

He remembered Yujiao's words and the hints from some Dao Gods.

Over the years, as the Zhou Mountain World was unified, Wu Shi seemed to have been setting up something within the world.

There were rumors that Wu Shi intended to overthrow the Zhou Mountain World.

He had also discovered some of Wu Shi's arrangements.

"Disciple, are you teaching me how to do things?" Wu Shi looked at Sword Disciple coldly.

This was a look Sword Disciple had never seen before.

Without emotions, he showed no reaction.

He looked deeply at Wu Shi and said indifferently, "There is plenty of food here, enough for you for 100,000 years."

After saying this, Sword Disciple turned and left.

In the Cloud Dream Palace, only the lonely Wu Shi remained.

She looked at the increasingly light snow and murmured.

"Now, even you won't listen to me?"

Although she was nominally the Palace Master of the Cloud Dream Palace.

All the Dao Gods revered Sword Disciple.

Her orders did not leave the palace.

She had truly become a loner.

"I'm cold."

"I'm hungry."

"Yesterday, I watched the snow fall in clusters. Today, I watch the snow fall lightly."