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

“It’s exactly what you think it means.”

The staff member from Thorned Blood sent this message with an air of calm, waiting to see the shock on both the "Cleaver" and Ji Wuyun's virtual faces.

As a Voidwalker from the Void Paradise, descending into this world was akin to a player entering a game.

It was perfectly normal for players to feel superior to the "natives," right?

“I! Don’t! Get! It!” Ji Wuyun’s mind seemed to be spinning as if she had just stumbled upon a horrifying realization.

Seeing this, the staff member from Thorned Blood felt even more smug. “Brother Cleaver, what do you think?”

He was especially looking forward to seeing Cleaver's astonishment and disbelief this time.

After all, in their past interactions, Cleaver had always been calm and composed, effortlessly taking the upper hand.

But this time, the staff member was confident that he would leave Cleaver utterly shocked.

After all, telling someone that the world they live in has its future already written out, and that everything unfolds according to a predetermined trajectory, was bound to unsettle those who thought highly of themselves.

“So, can you lend me The Blue Mountain Chronicles? I want to check out the walkthrough.”

“……” The staff member was momentarily speechless.

Why was Cleaver so nonchalant?

This wasn’t a normal reaction!

“Your fate is already predestined. Aren’t you… even a little curious?”

“How is it predestined? I just changed a significant event and got my destiny upgraded, didn’t I?” Qi Yuan replied casually.

He accepted the situation quite easily.

Wasn’t this just like playing a game?

“Come on, tell me which special event I altered!” Qi Yuan asked, curious.

The Thorned Blood staff member fell silent for a moment.

This Cleaver guy was just too composed!

If someone had told him that everything he experienced was predetermined, it would have been difficult to accept.

“Where are you right now?” the staff member finally asked.

“In Dingbo Prefecture.”

“According to The Blue Mountain Chronicles, there are two special events happening soon in Dingbo Prefecture.

Both events are currently in their early stages and have not yet truly unfolded.

Leaking information from The Blue Mountain Chronicles is like revealing the secrets of the heavens, but since this is the Divine Wood Token, it doesn’t matter what I say. ɌаɴɵＢΕṩ

Oh, by the way, don’t share what I’m about to tell you with anyone, or… you’ll face divine retribution,” the staff member warned earnestly.

After all, his role here was simply to complete his mission. He didn’t actually harbor any malice toward Cleaver or Ji Wuyun.

Ji Wuyun, hearing this, felt her tension rising.

“The first event is known as the Daliang Mutiny. It is set to happen in about three months.

Liu Wen, the godson of Commander Liu, suppresses General Li Zhao with unbearable force, ultimately driving Li Zhao to mutiny.

The second event is called the Anze Uprising. Laborer Wang Cong, humiliated by a merchant's steward, kills the man in a fit of rage.

The local officials, drunk on power, not only kill Wang Cong but also carry out a massacre at the docks. This enrages the working-class people. Chi Changle organizes the laborers and surrounds the local government office, demanding justice. This event ultimately alarms the prefect.”

The staff member paused deliberately.

“What happened in the end with the Anze Uprising?” Ji Wuyun asked, her curiosity piqued.

She was more concerned about the uprising than the mutiny.

In her view, the fault lay squarely with the corrupt officials. If the royal court punished them, it would be an excellent opportunity to win back the people's trust.

If she were the prefect, she’d seize this chance to consolidate public support.

“The result? Naturally, the leaders of the uprising were executed in public, while the corrupt officials responsible for the massacre at the docks walked away unscathed,” the staff member replied with a light chuckle.

“What?!” Ji Wuyun couldn’t believe her ears. “But the common people were in the right!”

This should have been an opportunity to win public favor!

“If the authorities gave in to the demands of these commoners today, wouldn’t that embolden them to defy their superiors in the future?

Today, they punish some minor officials; tomorrow, they’d come after the magistrates; the day after that, the prefect. And one day, would they try to overthrow the emperor himself?” The staff member’s tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Having seen countless worlds in his missions, he was deeply familiar with the mindset of those in power.

“So, by taking certain actions, I changed these special events and thus increased my destiny?” Qi Yuan asked.

It seemed like his intervention—causing the merchant’s steward to drown—had been interpreted as an accident.

As a result, the authorities didn’t target Wang Cong, and the massacre at the docks, along with the Anze Uprising, never happened.

“This world is filled with countless special events. If you already possess destiny and manage to alter the trajectory of these events, your destiny will naturally grow stronger,” the staff member explained.

However, having more destiny wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“So… our fates are predetermined? Everything follows a set course. Even if I bite myself or try to end my own life right now, it’s all predestined?” Ji Wuyun seemed on the verge of a breakdown.

It was as if an invisible hand were manipulating her every move, reducing her to nothing more than a puppet on strings.

Even her current reaction might have been part of the script.

“Is my name in The Blue Mountain Chronicles?” she asked anxiously.

She was desperate to find the book and act contrary to whatever was written about her.

“Everything is already written, save for those with special fates who can slightly alter the predetermined outcomes. Everyone else is no different from puppets.

Oh, and by the way, not just anyone can make it into The Blue Mountain Chronicles. I’d wager your name isn’t even worthy of being recorded… haha…” The staff member laughed mockingly.

Ji Wuyun fell silent.

“If you’re eager to leave a mark on history… why not come to the Divine Wood Abyss? I may not be able to add your name to The Blue Mountain Chronicles, but I have another book where I can guarantee you’ll be mentioned,” the staff member offered, half-jokingly.

Ji Wuyun remained silent.

“What’s the point of being mentioned in a book? If you give me ten thousand taels of silver, I’ll remember you for the rest of my life,” Qi Yuan interjected. “That’s far more practical than being in some book.”

The staff member chuckled. “Even after countless eras, The Blue Mountain Chronicles will still exist. Cleaver, even if you’re the sharpest of blades, you’ll long have rusted away.”

Ji Wuyun also thought Qi Yuan was just being nonsensical.

Being remembered by one person—what good would that do?

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Night fell, and the mountains were pitch black. Aside from the faint twinkling of stars in the sky, the world was shrouded in darkness.

Outside the Blood Cloud Stronghold, torches blazed, their thick smoke billowing as they burned various herbs to ward off mosquitoes. Even so, the swarms of insects were relentless.

Inside the stronghold, laughter, drunken revelry, and the cries of women echoed ominously through the night.

The guards stationed at the entrance listened to the faint sobs of women, their eyes glinting with greed.

“Damn it! A fresh batch of ‘two-legged sheep’ just arrived, and we’re stuck guarding the gate,” one of the bandits muttered bitterly.

“Haha, don’t be too upset. I heard this batch came from the military—camp women who’ve been passed around by those soldiers. They’re probably no good anymore,” another guard replied.

“Still, I prefer the ones who’ve been ‘shared.’ They’re more… hold on, what’s that sound?” The slant-eyed bandit’s expression shifted suddenly.

“You’ve probably gone crazy from thinking about women,” another bandit teased.

“No! Listen carefully!” The slant-eyed bandit’s heart began pounding violently.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The ground beneath them started trembling as if something massive was approaching.

Then, the slant-eyed bandit’s gaze shifted skyward, and he let out a terrified scream.

“Ahhhh!”

“What the hell is that?!”

All the guards looked up, their faces turning ghostly pale.

In the faint starlight, they saw a colossal silhouette towering in the distance.

It was a giant clad in blood-red armor, the plates of which shimmered with a crystalline sheen that exuded an aura of danger.

Its body was covered in jagged, spiked protrusions, reflecting what little light there was.

Its exposed eyes were cold and merciless, radiating an inhuman, predatory malice.

This was no man.

It was a dragon. A god.

The monstrous figure stood silently, staring at the Blood Cloud Stronghold.

Wherever its gaze fell, terror followed.

“Monster! A monster!”

The guards screamed as they fled in every direction.

The hundred-meter-tall colossus remained motionless, standing outside the stronghold like a reaper from the abyss.

Moments later, chaos erupted within the stronghold.

The flames of torches fell to the ground, igniting patches of straw.

In the commotion, three figures emerged from the depths of the stronghold, their powerful auras radiating authority.

These were the three Heaven-tier Weapon Masters of the Blood Cloud Bandits.

A Heaven-tier Weapon Master could be conferred the title of Earl in Rosha Kingdom yet there were three of them in a bandit stronghold..

At the center stood their leader, a towering man over two meters tall, his body rippling with muscle like a living fortress. On his shoulder rested a massive broadsword capable of cleaving mountains.

“What nonsense are you all screaming about?!”

He looked dissatisfied.

Bandits are bandits, rustic and useless.

If it weren't for the overall interests of the prince, how could he become the leader of the bandits?

The towering leader cut down a fleeing bandit with a single slash.

“Where is the enemy?!”

Before anyone could respond, the leader’s eyes turned skyward.

His expression froze.

So did the expressions of the other two Heaven-tier Weapon Masters.

A hundred-meter-tall giant.

Even as Heaven-tier Weapon Masters, capable of wielding the power of heaven and earth, they had never faced anything like this.

This was no mere mortal foe.

It was a god.

A cold, detached voice echoed across the mountains.

“Onefold Overlord’s Fist!”

The Tenfold Overlord's Fists were created by Qi Yuan when he was in Gongxing.

These days, he used his eyes to adapt this boxing technique to this world.

Even now, he only adapted it into the Onefold Overlord's Fist.

Anyone who tortured ordinary mortals would have no place to survive under this punch.

The giant struck with its fist.

The sheer force of the attack shook the heavens and earth, a power beyond mortal comprehension.

The three Heaven-tier Weapon Masters screamed in terror.

But their screams were fleeting—a brief testament to their futile resistance.

The next moment, the stronghold was engulfed in devastation.

With two strikes, the monstrous colossus annihilated most of the Blood Cloud Bandits, leaving only the innocent civilians and captured women alive.

The survivors trembled on the ground, unable to muster the courage to even look up.

Above them, the colossal figure’s lips moved.

Its voice thundered like the decree of a god:

“There is no light in this world, only the Divine Descent!”

“With the light in my hand, I will banish the darkness!”

“If there is injustice, summon me—the Divine Descent!”

For a moment, the survivors were bewildered, unable to comprehend the meaning of these words.

Then, an elderly man, trembling with age, raised his head.

Tears welled in his eyes as he whispered, “He… has returned.”

More and more people seemed to realize something, their faces lighting up with astonishment and joy.

“He… has returned!”

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