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

"Is it possible that the laws changed, and those lending companies went bankrupt?" The Canary pondered seriously.

No matter the topic, she could always keep up with Qi Yuan's train of thought.

Qi Yuan nodded in agreement: "You have a point, so... whether it's fortune or misfortune, it's not my doing, maybe it's just fate."

"So, whatever you do, it won't be wrong." The Canary's beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.

"You too." Qi Yuan was also good at being a repeater.

He opened up other chat apps.

There were all sorts of useless messages, as well as some holiday greetings from acquaintances.

Among them, a former classmate had sent a message seven months ago: "Are you there? I'm a bit short on cash, old friend."

Then, after a day's gap, late at night, the same person sent another message.

"You’re really so realistic, I didn’t really mean to borrow, just wanted to reconnect with an old classmate, just asking..."

Then, there was a long, dramatic message.

And then, seven days later, another late-night message arrived.

"In urgent need, short on funds for a bit. For the sake of our years of friendship, could you lend me some money, not much, just thirty thousand!"

Seeing these messages, Qi Yuan was speechless.

"What on earth is this?"

He grumbled a bit, then directly blocked and deleted this classmate.

He continued scrolling through his social media apps.

Suddenly, a private message caught his attention.

"Canary, do you think this person has a crush on me?"

Qi Yuan showed the phone to the Canary.

The Canary’s drowsy eyes suddenly widened, her earlier sleepiness replaced by excitement: "Let me see, I’ll help you judge!"

On Qi Yuan's phone, there was a private message.

The message was received on the day Qi Yuan had registered his marriage with the Canary and Xiao Jia.

Back then, Qi Yuan had shown off a bit and then left it alone.

But it turned out there was another message.

The message was simple.

"Congratulations, and happy wedding."

Just six short words, but Qi Yuan seemed to see through the screen that the sender was sad, forcing a smile.

"They must have a crush on me; otherwise, why would they spend money to send me a private message wishing me a happy wedding?

Sigh, it’s tough being so charming. No matter where I go, there are always some fangirls." Qi Yuan’s expression was calm, almost annoyed.

After all, he was a bit of a social phobe.

But his looks and charm were impossible to hide.

What if he became a viral sensation? How annoying.

"Haha, maybe it’s not a fangirl, but a fanboy." The Canary clicked on the person's profile picture, looked at their previous videos, and made a judgment.

"A guy?" Qi Yuan was stunned. "A crafty little pretty boy, how terrifying. This isn’t Shu, so why would I encounter something like this?"

Qi Yuan felt unlucky.

His sexual orientation had always been very normal.

"Alright, let's not talk about this. Canary, give me some spiritual energy. I want to quickly break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

At this point, Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on the Canary's moist lips.

For Qi Yuan, the martial path couldn't be neglected, and naturally, neither could the immortal path.

He wanted to improve his strength in all aspects; after all... it would all feed back into his true self.

Even though he hadn’t put much effort into cultivating the immortal path in this game, the increase in realm still benefited him greatly.

Even though his Nascent Soul here couldn’t easily kill myths like in the Canglan Realm.

But slaying a Purple Mansion cultivator would still be easy.

"Okay." The Canary looked at Qi Yuan, her white neck swallowing slightly, as she leaned in closer to him.

Sweet, heavenly spiritual energy, accompanied by her little fragrant tongue, slipped into Qi Yuan's mouth.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes and instinctively wrapped his arm around the Canary's waist.

"No wonder everyone loves cultivating immortality; who could refuse this feeling?"

That night, Qi Yuan held the Canary close and officially stepped into the Nascent Soul stage.

...

Two days later, Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a look of joy in them.

"All the Nascent Souls... have finally appeared."

At this moment, he looked inward at his own body, where over four thousand Nascent Souls had formed.

These Nascent Souls were all condensed in the Mortal Heart Realm.

"Unfortunately, this game body of mine is too weak to fully harness the power of these Nascent Souls."

Qi Yuan had long realized that his in-game self was akin to his "soul."

To put it in simpler terms, it was his soul.

But this "soul" was somewhat different, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

And each time he entered a new world, it was always very weak.

So, Qi Yuan only referred to it as his spirit.

The Nascent Soul was different from the Stellar Golden Core.

The Stellar Golden Core was suspended in the universe, and as long as there was enough spiritual energy in the body, its projection could be sent out at any time.

The Nascent Soul was different.

Its power was too overwhelming.

If he sent it out, his "spirit" wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

So, these Nascent Souls currently couldn’t be converted into his combat power in this world.

However...

Qi Yuan’s eyes deepened with thought: "This world is truly a large-scale breeding ground for gods and demons!"

Previously, with Uqi, and later with the Ajie siblings found in the Wugui Nation, both had special bloodlines. Qi Yuan could send out his Nascent Souls, in the form of grandpa and grandma spirits, to inhabit their bodies.

As they grew stronger, Qi Yuan’s Nascent Souls would gradually fully awaken, eventually restoring to their original state, and even advancing further.

It could be said that each of Qi Yuan’s 4,752 Nascent Souls was incredibly terrifying, with profound foundations, possessing... the potential of a Yang God.

In fact, an ordinary Yang God might just be their starting point.

For instance, the Grand Venerable Shenlei, that old sage, once visualized the Nine Heavens Primordial Lord, and later even visualized the Southern Polar Longevity Emperor, one of the Six Sovereigns.

Such a foundation could be said to outshine all others.

Not to mention, this visualization wasn’t without reason.

The visualization method consumed a mysterious energy from an ancient clan’s relics.

That relic had an astonishing origin.

A Yin God Venerable would be considered malnourished, needing to consume divine domain elixirs, which were like nourishing tonics, to barely develop normally, opening up the divine domain to become a normal child.

The Canary, despite being a Grand Venerable in strength, in that world would be... well, either a minor or just barely an adult.

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked inward at himself. The 4,752 Nascent Souls hovered within his inner world, extremely dormant.

They were like fragile babies, or perhaps embryos.

But Qi Yuan knew that if any one of them were to emerge, it could turn this Gongxing upside down.

"Looks like I need to find some hosts for them, to raise them up."

Qi Yuan murmured to himself.

If in this world, he could raise each of his Nascent Souls, and have them reach the Yang God realm.

How terrifying would that be? Would he even need to fight?

He could just release his Nascent Souls, and four thousand Yang Gods would enter the stage.

Are you the Yang God of the Taihuang Palace?

Are you the Great Catastrophe? Are you the Yang God of the Mara clan?

Qi Yuan held grudges, and these three major enemies were currently noted in his little black book.

"In the world of the Bloodline Ancestors, there are over a hundred... corpses.

Yes, as they say, 'fallen flowers are not heartless things; they turn into spring mud to protect the blossoms.'

Your descendants turned into demons to attack me.

Shouldn’t you atone for your descendants’ sins by nurturing... my Nascent Souls?"

Qi Yuan closed his eyes.

And at that moment, in an unknown world, on countless scattered remains and bones, bloodlight flickered.

Qi Yuan was locking onto them.

His blood, and the remnant soul of the Innate Seed, were all coordinates for the lock-on.

He intended to send his Nascent Souls over.

Those remains were all great supplements, perfect for nurturing his souls.

Countless spiritual energies poured out, and even the sun in the sky seemed to flicker. Qi Yuan exerted all his strength, attempting to send the Nascent Souls over.

The sending process was akin to smuggling.

But even so, there was considerable resistance, and Qi Yuan's spiritual energy was being consumed continuously.

"No, the resistance is too great. My spiritual energy isn’t enough."

Qi Yuan rarely got serious.

At this point, he had to ask for his wife’s help.

"Canary, lend me some spiritual energy!" At this moment, Qi Yuan was particularly grateful that the Canary was right by his side.

At the same time, he thought, eating soft rice is so satisfying.

Especially when it’s a beauty like the Canary.

"Husband, I’m here," Ning Tao, dressed in a black gauze dress, her curvaceous figure faintly visible.

As soon as she arrived, there was no flirting or banter. Her warm lips landed directly on Qi Yuan’s.

A surge of spiritual energy poured in at that moment.

Qi Yuan felt reinvigorated, no longer weak.

The vast spiritual energy continuously pushed the Nascent Souls toward that special world.

"Finally... one is successfully sent. Let’s do another!"

Ning Tao’s eyes were filled with joy, as if helping Qi Yuan solve problems was a particularly happy thing.

...

Black seawater stretched endlessly for who knows how many miles.

The place was utterly desolate.

Occasionally, fragments of decayed wood or tattered robes could be seen.

However, such garbage wouldn’t even interest scavengers.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared on the black seawater.

Following the ripples back, a thousand meters away, a bronze ship was slowly sailing.

The bronze ship had a peculiar design.

At its bow, there was a cannon-like object.

The cannon’s muzzle was encrusted with layers of copper rust, weathered by countless years.

On the bronze ship, there were five iron chairs, each with a fishing rod beside it.

However, the people who used to fish there had long disappeared.

But the fishing lines still dangled into the black sea.

Tracing the fishing lines downward, through the sea, one would find... the lines ended with... five withered corpses! No, not corpses, they were alive.

At that moment, one of the withered corpses hooked by a fishing line moved its lips.

"Space-time disturbances are becoming more frequent. It seems... the Dawn Chorus has once again been accelerated. I fear... it won’t be more than three thousand years before everything... comes to an end."

The speaker was a serpent-like creature, its entire body dried up, with a vertical eye in the center of its head.

However, this vertical eye seemed to have been gouged out.

"Only three thousand years left?" A creature that looked like a large round bird egg spoke, its tone full of regret.

"The Eastern Lord has reset time over and over, giving the world a chance, but still... the Dawn Chorus seems unavoidable."

"It’s a pity the Eastern Lord’s love runs so deep, guarding this dead world alone, yet unable to awaken that one."

"Infinite emptiness, infinite illusion, all to create one truth."

The voices of the five beings dangling in the deep sea, attached to the fishing lines, were melancholic.

"Enough of that, these matters are beyond the meddling of us little Martial Lords. Let’s talk about something interesting instead."

"Speaking of which, for some reason, just now, I suddenly caught a whiff of my old rival’s scent. Strange, it had vanished for thirty thousand years, how did it suddenly reappear?" The serpent-like creature was puzzled, its tone laced with suspicion.

"Oh? Just now, I also seemed to catch a whiff of something unusual."

"Could there be a change?"

"I don’t know." The egg-shaped creature shook its head, its whole body moving with the motion.

"Prison Martial Lord, I heard you have a promising offspring in the Mountain and Sea Painting?" The serpent-like creature looked at the egg-shaped being.

This place, known to all the Martial Lords as the Origin Place.

The Origin Place was the source of everything.

All life, all civilizations, were born from the Origin Place.

However, a great war had destroyed the Origin Place.

All life perished.

The Origin Place became a land of death.

Lost in the river of time, unknown to all.

All the Martial Lords were trapped within, unable to escape, their true names forgotten.

It was said that the Eastern Lord’s most beloved also perished in this great war.

To resurrect the Origin Place and to reunite with his beloved, the Eastern Lord used the Brush of Mountain and Sea to create the Mountain and Sea Painting, gathering the power of the Martial Lords to evolve countless worlds.

Furthermore, in the Place of the End, he gathered those with destiny, using fragments of the Origin Place as their stronghold. These destined ones were known as the Bloodline Bearers.

These Bloodline Bearers entered the Mountain and Sea Painting to complete various tasks.

All this was to restore the Origin Place, to set it back on the proper path.

The Origin Place is the beginning, the Place of Death is the end; The Mountain and Sea Painting is the past, it is history, but it also holds infinite futures; The Place of the End is the present, it is the future, it also represents death.

The Eastern Lord's goal was to find a perfect timeline in the Mountain and Sea Painting to recreate the past, present, and future.

But the time left to them was running out. According to the ancient information left behind, when the Dawn Chorus sounded again, the Origin Place, the Place of the End, and the Mountain and Sea Painting would collapse in an instant.

Of course, all this was just legend, who knew what was real?

After all, time, space, and such matters were beyond the consideration of these Martial Lords.

They only needed to follow the Eastern Lord's plan and execute it.

During the great war, these Martial Lords were only on the periphery.

The egg-shaped being nodded: "Yes, decent talent, seems to have reached the Martial Spirit stage, quite rare."

"Train them well, they could become a Martial King. If the Dawn Chorus is avoided, you could use them to breed and expand your lineage." The serpent-like creature said enviously.

For these Bloodline Ancestors, beyond themselves, their descendants and lineage were deeply ingrained instincts.

The strength of a Bloodline Ancestor depended on themselves and also on the prosperity of their lineage.

"A Martial King is average. If they could reach the Martial Lord stage, then they would qualify as a second-generation Ancestor.

But for them to reach the Martial Lord stage, I would need to break through first, allowing their bloodline to leap, assisting their advancement.

But now, we can barely protect ourselves, how could we break through? They don’t have a chance for their bloodline to leap and reach the Martial Lord stage." The egg-shaped being said regretfully.