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

Within the depths of the Hongyue Abyss, purple energy began to leak out.
In an instant, the permissions of the Creation Treasure activated, concealing this purple energy. But even with that, the Yang Gods within hundreds of thousands of miles, and even further, caught a whiff of the aura.

In the Moon God Palace, a Yang God of the Grand Heaven Stage wore a solemn expression.

“Purple energy like clouds—this indicates the birth of a treasure. And it’s coming from the territory of the Molo Clan in the Hongyue Abyss!”

Even as a Yang God, she couldn’t sit still.

With this much purple energy, just a glance could greatly enhance her cultivation.

“But why? Why is it appearing in the Molo Clan’s territory?”

This Yang God Heavenly Venerable’s expression turned bitter.

Recently, rumors had been spreading outside that the Moon God Primogenitor had been gravely injured.

The Yang Gods of the Moon God Palace were all on edge, strung tight like a bowstring.

Although the Moon God Palace still held its prestigious position, closer observation revealed that the palace had undergone massive changes.

During battles, the number of traitors had increased by fifty percent compared to the past.

When trading with other holy lands, there were frequent incidents of partners raising prices unreasonably.

It could be said that the entire Moon God Palace was in a precarious state, teetering on the edge of collapse.

The battle in the Abyss could not be lost, or else… this might just be the spark that would cause a total defeat.

Now, in the region guarded by the Molo Clan, purple energy billowed like clouds, and treasures were appearing.

Due to the concealment of the Creation Treasure, the Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable couldn’t see much more.

But if the Molo Clan strengthened itself from this, the pressure on the Moon God Palace would become immense.

For all the years she had guarded the Abyss, the Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable had never felt such pressure. The Yang Gods had not needed to engage directly in battle, and there had never been extremely intense fighting.

But ever since the news of the Moon God Primogenitor’s injury leaked, the pressure had been mounting, and the battles within the Abyss had escalated.

Just as she was feeling anxious, a voice suddenly echoed in her ears.

“Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable, have you thought it over?”

Hearing the male voice, Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable’s gaze deepened.

As a Yang God Heavenly Venerable, their communications were naturally not suppressed by the Creation Treasure.

The one who had sent her the message was a Yang God from Shenluo Heaven, one of the top forces in the Six Heavens.

As the saying goes, One Guild, Two Palaces, Three Heavens, Four Abysses, and over a dozen Sacred Grounds.

In the Six Heavens, the number of sacred grounds was the fewest, totaling less than thirty combined.

Among them, the strongest were the “One Guild, Two Palaces, Three Heavens, and Four Abysses.”

This ranking was not in order of strength.

The "One Guild" referred to the Supreme Truth Guild.
The "Two Palaces" were Taihuang Palace and the Moon God Palace.
Shenluo Heaven was one of the "Three Heavens."

This Yang God from Shenluo Heaven had been intermittently contacting Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable, trying to lure her to their side.

Now, he was bringing up the matter again.

“I’ve received great favor from the Moon God Palace. If I were to leave now, where would my Dao heart be?
If, one day, I’m fortunate enough to step into the Supreme Truth Realm, how would I overcome my Root Tribulation?” Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable responded calmly, her attitude resolute.

“The Moon God Ancestor is gravely injured, and Taihuang Palace is watching like a tiger waiting for a chance to strike. If you don’t find a better place soon, you’ll face the same fate as the Moon God Palace—utter extinction,” the Yang God from Shenluo Heaven said, his words tinged with regret.

Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable’s expression shifted slightly. “Have you heard something?”

This Yang God from Shenluo Heaven was the descendant of a Supreme Truth Yang God and had access to more information than others.

Though it was almost certain that the Moon God Ancestor had been severely injured, she was someone who had mastered the Supreme Truth. She wouldn’t fall so easily.

How could the Moon God Palace be in real danger?
But the other party’s words just now had caused a tightness in her chest.

“Some news has indeed been leaked. Once the Supreme Truth Conference begins, you’ll understand.
Oh, and one more friendly reminder, Moon Lotus: a Yang God Heavenly Venerable from your Moon God Palace has already defected to one of the Four Abysses.”

With that, the Yang God from Shenluo Heaven fell silent.

Upon hearing this, Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable’s expression changed drastically, her face a mix of complex emotions.

“A Yang God Heavenly Venerable defected!”

This was like a bolt from the blue.

After all, a Yang God Heavenly Venerable was a pillar of power in any faction.

For a Yang God Heavenly Venerable to dare defect, it meant they had realized… that the Moon God Palace truly had no hope left?

Could it be that the Moon God Palace had truly fallen to such a state?

“Should I report this news to...?”

Moon Lotus Heavenly Venerable hesitated.

If the higher-ups asked her where she got the information from, how would she explain it?
She was unsure.

...

Elsewhere, the figure of the Molo Heavenly Venerable descended like a great roc.

Within the Hongyue Abyss, a pitch-black crack appeared in the black soil, bottomless and leading who knows where.

The Molo Heavenly Venerable furrowed his brow. “Where are they?”

He scanned the surroundings but did not see the five Yang God Heavenly Venerables.

However, he did catch the lingering aura they had left behind.

Clearly, they had only just left.

His consciousness probed his communication jade slip.

The message he had sent still sat there, unanswered at the very bottom.

“They fled fast. Could it be they didn’t have time to reply to the message?”

The Molo Heavenly Venerable’s gaze deepened, tinged with a trace of anger.

This indicated that the treasure appearing here was of extraordinary value.

So much so that the five Yang Gods had the audacity to try and claim it for themselves.

“I’d like to see what kind of treasure this is,” the Molo Heavenly Venerable thought, his body moving into the crack.

In just a few breaths, his expression shifted.

“So much purple energy!”

“And…!”

In that instant, he saw the five figures.

At this moment, the five Yang God Heavenly Venerables were attacking a formation together.

It seemed they were exerting great effort and had been attacking for a long time.

The formation was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, the Molo Heavenly Venerable felt a surge of anger but suppressed it for the sake of his larger plan.

“Shall I lend you a hand?” he said as he flew toward the formation.

Just as his words fell, the trembling formation was shattered by the combined efforts of the five Heavenly Venerables.

Their faces were tense, and when they noticed the Molo Heavenly Venerable’s arrival, they seemed even more uneasy.

What shocked the Molo Heavenly Venerable the most was that none of the five acknowledged him. Instead, they charged forward without hesitation.

One of them even pretended to accidentally drop a formation to block his path.

But… your acting is too clumsy, isn’t it?

“You think a mere formation can stop me?”

“What kind of treasure could drive them to such madness!”

The Molo Heavenly Venerable was puzzled, and his greed intensified.

These five had always been deferential toward him, yet now they were willing to scheme against him for the sake of a treasure.

Something was off.

“Break!”

As a Supreme Truth Yang God, the Molo Heavenly Venerable’s strength was extraordinary.

A mere formation posed no obstacle to him.

Still, it managed to delay him for half a breath.

As the formation shattered, the Molo Heavenly Venerable’s pupils constricted.

His mind trembled violently.

For before him… stood a vast, sacred, and boundless door.

“This is… the Gate of Supreme Truth?”

For a moment, the Molo Heavenly Venerable was filled with doubt and shock.

At that instant, the five figures dashed into the Gate of Supreme Truth, their faces alight with fervor.

Originally hesitant, the Molo Heavenly Venerable hesitated no longer—he didn’t think twice.

If he missed this opportunity… it would be gone forever.

Besides… since those five had already rushed in, how could he, a practitioner of Supreme Truth, back down now?
Without further thought, he plunged into the Gate of Supreme Truth.

With the Gate of Supreme Truth in his grasp, how could his future be confined to the mere title of Lord of the Molo Clan?
However, just as he stepped through the Gate of Supreme Truth, his pupils suddenly contracted.

What he saw inside the gate stunned him to his core.

Within the Gate of Supreme Truth, nearly twenty residual spirits stood before him.

These spirits gazed at him with either eager anticipation or mockery, as if watching a spectacle.

Seeing these spirits, the Molo Heavenly Venerable’s mind buzzed with shock.

These were none other than the lingering spirits of all the Yang God Heavenly Venerables of the Molo Clan who had perished in the Abyss!

It was like a thunderclap in his mind, leaving his thoughts in chaos.

At this moment, behind the numerous spirits, a man dressed in a crimson robe was leisurely seated, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Welcome to the underworld,” the man said softly.

...

A month passed quietly.

Qi Yuan, dressed in a blood-red robe, exuded an aura that was unfathomable and mysterious.

He stretched lazily, his movements relaxed.

“Can you believe it? The Lord of the Molo Clan was like a hooked fish. I hadn’t even set the bait properly, and he already rushed over.”

Qi Yuan sent a message to Jin Li, recounting the events of the past few days.

After dealing with the Molo Heavenly Venerable, Qi Yuan traveled to the Fifth Heaven to continue his “fishing.”

With the advice of the residual spirits, Qi Yuan’s plans became more refined and well-calculated.

They even used the “beauty trap.”

You might think the beauty trap means finding some peerless beauty, right?
Wrong! It’s more like: “You’re just as naive as you were back in high school, aren’t you?”

The residual spirits knew the Yang God Heavenly Venerables beneath them like the back of their hands. They gave Qi Yuan advice, and he crafted personalized bait for each one.

The funniest part was when Qi Yuan was preparing to set a trap for the Molo Heavenly Venerable.

You had to admit, the Molo Heavenly Venerable was incredibly powerful.

Just as Qi Yuan was setting the bait, the Molo Heavenly Venerable immediately noticed him.

At the time, Qi Yuan felt a little awkward.

But to his surprise, the Molo Heavenly Venerable completely ignored Qi Yuan and, without hesitation, rushed straight into the Gate of Supreme Truth.

Qi Yuan couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Soon after, with the cooperation of Wu Tian, he suppressed the entire Molo Clan.

Finally, after searching through the Molo Heavenly Venerable’s residual spirit, Qi Yuan learned the truth.

It turned out that when the Molo Heavenly Venerable was a child, he had encountered a mysterious Taoist priest.

The priest had told him that he was destined to encounter the Gate of Supreme Truth.

At the time, the Molo Heavenly Venerable didn’t know what the Gate of Supreme Truth was.

Later, after becoming a Yang God, he kept that remark in his heart.

So when he saw the Gate of Supreme Truth, he didn’t hesitate—he rushed right in.

“So… the Molo Clan… is gone?” Jin Li, in the Moon God Palace, felt a wave of disbelief.

Every day, Qi Yuan would send her new updates.

Now, the Molo Clan had been completely annihilated.

It all felt like a dream to her.

The shock she felt was no less than when Qi Yuan had told her he had eradicated the Xuanyuan Forbidden Land.

Yet, within the Moon God Palace, they had no clue about the events unfolding across the Abyss.

Jin Li’s expression shifted slightly.

What disturbed her the most was Qi Yuan’s casual tone, as if wiping out the Molo Clan—a colossal power—was no different from casually crushing an ant.

One had to understand that the Molo Clan ranked among the top five forces in the Fifth Heaven.

In all of the Sixth Heaven, they were easily among the top thirty.

The destruction of such a force was enough to send shockwaves throughout the Six Heavens.

“They’re gone. From now on, Wu Tian will pretend to be the Lord of the Molo Clan.”

Qi Yuan spoke calmly.

He already had a plan to occupy the Molo Clan’s position, with his Nascent Soul impersonating a member of the Molo Clan.

After all, the Yang God Heavenly Venerables were all now under his command.

They were the real Molo Clan now!
As for the original Molo Clan?
Traitors. Fakes.

“Hmm, in a little while, I’ll be heading to the Black Abyss,” Qi Yuan said. “What do you think? Should I continue ‘fishing’ in the Black Abyss?”

“But… nah, I don’t have any grudges against the Black Abyss, so fishing there doesn’t feel right.”

Qi Yuan considered himself a kind-hearted person.

“No, don’t! The Grand Supreme Truth practitioners in the Black Abyss are second only to those in the Supreme Truth Guild. You must be careful!” Jin Li said, deeply concerned for Qi Yuan.

Though the Black Abyss didn’t have anyone as strong as the Moon God Primogenitor, who had mastered the Supreme Truth, it still had many ordinary Grand Supreme Truth practitioners.

“Hmm, I won’t fish. I’m too kind-hearted, just like you.”

“…” Jin Li’s face flushed slightly.

“I have to go now and sort through everything. The Molo Clan left behind too many good things, and I don’t have much time.”

“Bye-bye!”

Ending the conversation with Jin Li, Qi Yuan lay back, staring at the countless techniques in front of him, his eyes sparkling.

“These are all treasures!”

There were so many incredible items here.

Especially the divine techniques he needed—he had found eight or nine thousand of them.

As for techniques below the divine level, they were countless.

The variety of celestial jades and treasures was beyond measure.

“Ah, if only I had seen these back when I was in the Qi Refining stage, how thrilling that would have been.”

Despite the vast wealth before him, his emotions remained calm. Other than the divine techniques and the well back home, nothing else could stir his heart anymore.

“All of this… hmm…”

Qi Yuan pondered.

Suddenly, he recalled something that Jiang Ling Su’s junior sister’s father, Jiang Ruhua, had once said.

“Our Jiang family is just too poor, sigh.”

With that in mind, Qi Yuan made a decision.

...

In the Eastern Lands, the Jiang family estate was bustling with people.

Though only a few months had passed since Qi Yuan had ended the Great Catastrophe, the celebratory atmosphere in the Canglan Realm had yet to fade.

The Jiang family gate was crowded with visitors.

From time to time, a Yin God cultivator would come to pay their respects and present gifts.

The reasons for visiting varied.

Some would say, “The Jiang family’s dog just had puppies,” or “A young genius of the Jiang family killed a hen.”

In short, people came with all sorts of excuses to offer gifts.

The Jiang family had become highly renowned.

Even factions with Yin Gods dared not offend them.

At this moment, Jiang Qian was walking through the Jiang family estate, delivering the congratulatory gifts.

Her heart was still filled with shock.

She had never imagined that the man who had once come to her aid in Cloud Sky City, killing that arrogant scion of the Feng family, was… such a powerful existence.

She remembered how, back then, she had urged Qi Yuan to leave quickly to avoid retaliation from the Feng family. Now, the memory almost made her laugh.

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed across the heavens.

“Uncle, didn’t your Jiang family say you were a bit poor?”

“Well, I happened to wipe out a force in the Celestial Realm and made a bit of money. Let me help you out a little.”

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Qian’s face filled with awe and joy.

“Greetings… Blood-Robed Sword God!”

The people in the surrounding city also realized what had happened. All the cultivators lowered their heads, their faces filled with deep reverence.

“Greetings to the Blood-Robed Sword God!”

Jiang Ruhua, beaming with pride, wore a satisfied expression.

If it weren’t for the crowd, he might have broken into a celebratory dance right then and there.

Still, he maintained a calm demeanor, though politeness was necessary: “Thank you for your kindness, Senior!”

His daughter hadn’t married yet, so he needed to be respectful to the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Of course, the surrounding members of the Jiang family felt a bit speechless seeing this.

This guy was always boasting at home, calling Qi Yuan his “virtuous son-in-law” and claiming that it was his brilliant insight that had taught the Blood-Robed Sword God how to court his daughter.

“Isn’t this enough celestial jades to say you’re no longer poor?”

Qi Yuan waved his hand casually.

A black rift suddenly appeared in the sky.

But it wasn’t raining dumplings from heaven.

It was raining… celestial jades!

Not just celestial jades, but countless treasures that would drive any Yin God mad with envy.

The sky sparkled with dazzling light, celestial energy swirled, and treasures of all colors radiated a brilliance that left people dizzy.

The cultivators in the city gazed up at the spectacle, their eyes filled with deep jealousy.

Jiang Ruhua’s smile grew wider. “Senior must have wiped out a force at least ten times stronger than the Dao-Seeking Palace, right?”

Nearby, the passing Dao-Seeking Palace Lord’s face turned pale.

Say no more!

And those treasures in the sky—any one of them would be something the Dao-Seeking Palace couldn’t afford.

“Oh, you’re right,” Qi Yuan replied without a second thought.

Something a hundred times stronger was indeed more than ten times stronger.

It’s like how someone with a monthly income of three thousand yuan could say they didn’t make twenty thousand a month, right?