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

After an unknown period of time, two figures appeared, concealing their presence as they hid among the clouds. In front of them were various formations designed to mask their auras.

“Where’s the fat sheep?” Ji Buping asked cautiously.

“Down in the formation below,” Qi Yuan whispered, blowing gently in its direction.

As he did, the fog ahead cleared, revealing a figure in a gray robe. However, due to the formation’s barriers, they couldn’t see him clearly.

The gray-robed figure appeared quite ordinary, trapped in the ancient formation, with celestial energy flowing around him as he seemed to be working on breaking through it.

For some reason, when Ji Buping saw the gray-robed figure, his heart skipped a beat, sensing an immense danger.

“Daoist friend… why do I feel like he’s not that simple?” Ji Buping said, his voice tinged with hesitation.

“Doesn’t he look ordinary to you? If there’s anything unusual, it’s probably just that he’s old,” Qi Yuan replied.

Ji Buping looked again. “I don’t know why, but just seeing him makes my heart race. Could he be stronger than we think?”

Unfortunately, the formation’s barriers prevented a clear view.

“He’s probably just average. Look at the ancient formation below—it's worn out and falling apart from years of disrepair. If someone younger and stronger were there, they’d probably tear it down in a few moments. But him? He’s old, takes a break every time he tries to push through it. We’re definitely stronger than him,” Qi Yuan explained.

Ji Buping remained skeptical but was suddenly shocked. “He just tore through space with one punch!”

“The space inside that old formation is decaying and rusted. You could tear through it too!”

“But… he’s a Yang God?!!” Ji Buping was panicking.

In that brief moment, the aura of Celestial Sovereign Mozhi had leaked out—he was indeed a Yang God!

Moreover, Ji Buping finally saw the gray-robed elder’s face—it was none other than the legendary Celestial Sovereign Mozhi!

“Yes, he’s a Yang God, but don’t worry. He’s old, his legs probably don’t work well. Just slide under him and stab him in the gut. I’d say we have a seventy-thirty chance,” Qi Yuan said seriously.

Ji Buping felt a mixture of absurdity and bewilderment.

His head was filled with question marks, spinning out of control.

What was happening to the world? His brain couldn’t keep up.

He couldn’t even move.

“Go on, just slide under him and surprise him!” Qi Yuan whispered.

But Ji Buping was frozen in place, too terrified to move.

He felt that Qi Yuan was insane.

After all, who would dare scheme against a Yang God in the heart of the Molo Clan? Only someone with a death wish.

And who tries to ambush a Yang God? Only another Yang God would attempt that, right?

Yet this powerful figure was asking him to help?

This had to be some kind of twisted game.

Killing him would take nothing more than a single glance!

His face contorted in fear, almost as if he were on the verge of tears. “S-Senior…”

He was starting to realize the grim truth of their situation.

“What? You’re thinking of fleeing? Forget it! We’re ambushing him together. I already have a plan!” Qi Yuan shouted, sounding exasperated, as if Ji Buping was letting him down.

This guy was acting just like Qin Wu Yang in ancient tales, faltering at the last moment.

Without giving him a chance to refuse, Qi Yuan grabbed Ji Buping by the collar. “I believe in you! Don’t disappoint me!”

Ji Buping’s mind was a whirl of panic, convinced now that Qi Yuan was utterly insane.

Completely mad!

No matter what happened, attacking a Yang God from the Molo Clan meant that neither of them would survive today.

Meanwhile, inside the ancient formation…

Celestial Sovereign Mozhi took a deep breath.

“A mere ancient formation, hardly worth mentioning.”

This formation had consumed a great deal of his energy to break, but compared to the purple qi ahead, it was worth it.

He looked at the wisp of purple qi not far from him and inhaled deeply.

“I didn’t expect such fortune. To come across purple qi… I wonder whose cave this was.”

He scanned his surroundings, finding nothing unusual.

Clearly, the original owner of this ancient formation had long since left or perished, leaving behind only a wisp of purple qi.

Looking at the purple qi, Mozhi felt a surge of excitement, believing fate was on his side.

However, despite his excitement, he remained cautious, scanning his surroundings again to ensure there were no hidden traps or killing formations.

Just then, the purple qi stirred violently.

Mozhi’s expression didn’t change. “Trying to escape?”

Although the purple qi had no intelligence, it would instinctively try to flee.

He immediately pursued it.

After all, with his Yang God strength, this wisp of purple qi wouldn’t escape his grasp.

But after only a few moments, his expression shifted, and his heart suddenly pounded with fear.

Before him appeared an ancient, profound door radiating with the light of wisdom.

The moment Mozhi laid eyes on this door, his entire body trembled despite being a Yang God. His face turned fervent with excitement.

“The… Gate of Myriad Principles!”

His breath quickened.

This door was none other than the most supreme creation treasure in the Immortal Realm—the Gate of Myriad Principles!

It was said that all the Supreme Truth Realm experts from the Sixth Heaven had derived their understanding of the Supreme Truth from this very gate!

There were even rumors that whoever obtained the Gate of Myriad Principles and entered it to comprehend its truths would inevitably ascend to the Supreme Truth Realm.

What’s more, one could even comprehend the truths of other Supreme Truth Yang Gods from within.

If that were true, Celestial Sovereign Mozhi would become the first among the Immortal Realm!

“Hahaha, fate has chosen me!”

At that moment, Mozhi’s reason completely vanished, consumed by his fiery passion.

The Gate of Myriad Principles ahead was now his sole objective.

Even though no Supreme Truth expert had ever captured the gate, what if… what if he succeeded?

And then, suddenly, the Gate of Myriad Principles opened.

Mozhi froze.

He had never heard of such a thing happening before.

Even the Supreme Truth experts had never been able to force the gate open.

Simply entering the Gate of Myriad Principles was considered the greatest fortune in the Immortal Realm.

Without hesitation, the wisp of purple qi compressed and flew into the gate.

The space around the gate rippled, as if it were about to disappear.

Seeing this, Mozhi knew he could hesitate no longer, or else this unparalleled opportunity would be lost forever.

“As cultivators, we must push forward fearlessly!”

“Fate has chosen me!”

Without further thought, Mozhi transformed into a streak of light and dove into the Gate of Myriad Principles.

Awaiting him would be infinite truth.

He would become the first in the Immortal Realm.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan saw this scene and smiled. “Daoist Ji, the fish has taken the bait. Let’s close the net!”

With that, he grabbed Ji Buping by the neck and dragged him into his Nascent Soul Palace.

Inside the Nascent Soul Palace, Mozhi’s expression changed abruptly.

“Death energy?”

“Yin energy?”

“Isn’t this supposed to be the Gate of Myriad Principles?”

He was stunned and filled with dread.

He had expected to find boundless truth upon entering the gate.

But… there was no truth at all.

Instead, the place was filled with eerie death energy.

This didn’t look anything like the inside of the Gate of Myriad Principles!

Yet he had clearly entered the gate.

Suddenly, his expression shifted again.

“There are no stars of the Myriad Heavens… only ten suns?”

At that moment, he sensed intense danger.

These ten suns looked all too familiar.

Weren’t they the same suns from not long ago, when Ten Suns Yang God tried to seize the Great Sun Sovereign title?

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Mozhi shouted cautiously.

He glanced around and quickly spotted a black-robed cultivator, trembling as he approached, holding what appeared to be a massive saber.

Mozhi immediately tensed up.

“A Grand Sovereign?”

No, that couldn’t be right. He had to be hiding something.

“Who are you? Ten Suns Yang God?” Mozhi asked, staring at the man with the saber.

But the man said nothing, remaining silent.

He simply stared at Mozhi, his gaze unwavering.

His eyes focused on Mozhi’s gut, as if he truly planned to slide in and slice open his stomach.

“Stop pretending!”

Though Mozhi was cautious, he was still a Yang God.

As long as he didn’t face a Supreme Truth Yang God, he would be fine.

“Die!”

Seeing the black-robed figure, Mozhi launched a full-power strike with no hesitation!

After all, the saber-wielding man in front of him was too strange to ignore. He had to be a hidden expert.

“I’ll slide…”

The voice of Qi Yuan echoed in Ji Buping’s mind, but Ji couldn’t think about anything except that one sliding move.

He almost remembered a time when he had performed a sliding attack and killed a great Supreme Truth expert.

Now, facing an ordinary Yang God, one slide…

Well, less than three breaths later, Ji Buping was reduced to ashes before Mozhi could even finish his thought. Mozhi looked ahead, slightly bewildered.

With just one strike, the opponent had disintegrated into ashes!

He had won far too easily, and it left him feeling a bit perplexed.

If this was a trap, why send just a Grand Sovereign? Mozhi couldn’t make sense of it.

Of course, this was only natural—he didn’t know Qi Yuan, nor could he fathom the way Qi Yuan’s mind worked.

“Bold!”

Suddenly, a voice echoed out of nowhere.

“Breaking and entering, followed by murder—such crimes deserve the death penalty!”

A figure in a blood-red robe appeared, his expression one of intense sorrow and righteous indignation.

Seeing this man, Mozhi’s pupils contracted sharply. “Could it be… are you Celestial Sovereign Ten Suns?”

“Whether I’m Ten Suns Yang God is irrelevant. What matters is that I’m the witness!” Qi Yuan stood at the moral high ground, passing judgment on Mozhi. “As they say, a life for a life. Today… you must die here!”

Qi Yuan despised unjust killing, especially when Mozhi had slain his innocent and pure-hearted companion, Ji Buping, right in front of him.

There was no way Qi Yuan would stand by and watch someone like Ji Buping die in his own house.

The person he had brought along had been killed—he had to avenge him!

Mozhi stared at Qi Yuan in confusion, as if covered in question marks.

He wanted to ask, “Are you insane?”

But he held back, thinking it would be impolite.

After all, a Yang God couldn’t afford to be seen acting irrationally.

Though some Supreme Truth experts were known for erratic behavior due to their control over cosmic truths, the man before him didn’t seem like one of them.

“Daoist friend, could we talk this out calmly?” Mozhi asked, his voice full of caution.

He was deeply alarmed, sensing a grave threat from this situation.

“Oh, so now you’re accusing me of not speaking calmly? Clearly, you’re a rare breed of villain!” Qi Yuan didn’t hesitate any longer.

What should you do when a criminal invades your home?

Kill them, of course!

After all, self-defense isn’t against the law!

And moreover, this intruder had already committed murder!

A powerful aura surged from Qi Yuan’s body.

At this moment, the Nascent Souls within his body gathered, pooling all of their power into him.

His figure seemed to grow taller as his strength increased dramatically.

Mozhi’s face turned pale with fear, his expression filled with terror. “An alternate Yang God?”

The man in front of him had none of the typical aura of a Supreme Truth Yang God.

Even if his power greatly exceeded Mozhi’s, Mozhi had ways to defend himself.

But now, the energy emanating from this man… was almost equivalent to a Supreme Truth expert!

Mozhi was shaken and confused.

The only explanation was that this man was an alternate Yang God!

But didn’t Ten Suns Yang God aspire to take the throne of the Great Sun Sovereign?

Ten Suns Yang God was a prodigious talent—so why would he walk the path of an alternate Yang God?

“What alternate Yang God? I’m just a righteous cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm!”

In an instant, the energy of over a thousand Nascent Souls converged within Qi Yuan’s body, amplifying his power to unimaginable heights as he unleashed a devastating blow toward Celestial Sovereign Mozhi.

The power was overwhelming!

Unstoppable!

Pure, raw strength!

Under this assault,Celestial Sovereign  Mozhi had no ability to resist.

This kind of power was a gap that no battle techniques, Dao methods, or divine abilities could bridge.

Mozhi’s physical body crumbled under the force of the punch, and his soul shattered in that very instant.

Qi Yuan’s punch had the destructive force of a low-level Supreme Truth expert, a power that Mozhi, still at the early stages of Yang Godhood, couldn’t withstand.

However, Mozhi’s soul wasn’t entirely obliterated.

Qi Yuan had held back in the strike.

After all, if Mozhi died outright, it would draw unwanted attention from the Molo Clan, disrupting Qi Yuan’s current plans and making it harder for him to continue luring others in with his bait.

He left only a fragment of Mozhi’s soul intact.

“You…” Mozhi stammered in terror.

At that moment, Qi Yuan activated the Great Forgetfulness Sutra.

“Grandson, did you forget? I’m your long-lost ancestor!”

“Your ancestor—me—am actually the spirit of the Gate of Myriad Principles!”

“Don’t you remember?”

“I only crippled you for your own good. It’s to help you inherit the Gate of Myriad Principles!”

As the Great Forgetfulness Sutra activated, Qi Yuan began brainwashing Mozhi’s fragmented soul.

If Mozhi had been at full strength, there’s no way Qi Yuan could have used the sutra successfully. But now, Mozhi was severely weakened, and his soul’s flame was literally in Qi Yuan’s hands.

Gradually, the Great Forgetfulness Sutra began to erase Mozhi’s memories, while Qi Yuan fabricated new ones in his mind.

After about half an hour, Qi Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Brainwashing complete!”

After all, if he didn’t brainwash Mozhi, there was always the risk that Mozhi might heroically destroy his own soul to avoid capture.

If that happened, the Molo Clan would definitely find out.

Qi Yuan’s success rate in future schemes would drop significantly, and there was even a chance he might fall into a trap himself.

“Ah, if only I had the silver tongue of the Eastern Lord” Qi Yuan lamented.

The Great Forgetfulness Sutra was slow to work, unlike the Eastern Sovereign’s ability to convince others with just a word.

“What a pity. All the treasures in this old fool’s storage bag were destroyed by my punch,” Qi Yuan sighed, clearly disappointed.

But there was no helping it.

After all, Yang Gods weren’t as common as cabbages.

A Nascent Soul cultivator’s body might be more fragile than a storage bag, but a Yang God? It was impossible for a Yang God’s body to be shattered while their storage bag remained intact.

“But…”

Qi Yuan paused to think for a moment.

“Sigh, I never thought the day would come where I’d have to disguise myself as an ugly old man!”

As he spoke, Qi Yuan’s appearance began to change.

In an instant, he took on the form of Celestial Sovereign Mozhi.

He had already scanned Mozhi’s soul.

Now, he was prepared to infiltrate Mozhi’s lair and help himself to some valuable treasures.