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

Chapter 482: Ten Suns Aren’t Enough? Then a Hundred, a Thousand, Ten Thousand!

Purple Fate Ancestor looked at Qi Yuan, still in disbelief, as if trapped in a dream.

“This was the Root Demon Tribulation!”

The terrifying Root Demon Tribulation had been effortlessly resolved by Qi Yuan. The implications of this were beyond profound.

Didn’t this mean that…?

For the Great Supreme Truths of the Sixth Heaven, barring the Supremes, no one dared to face the Root Demon Tribulation, viewing it as a venomous scorpion.

And if word spread that Qi Yuan could handle it… it was unimaginable what chaos that would cause.

“How did you even accomplish it?” Purple Fate Ancestor asked, hiding genuine concern for Qi Yuan.

He feared Qi Yuan had paid a steep price, particularly… swallowing the Root Demon? That was terrifying.

According to ancient records, the Root Demon was a horrendous entity. It didn’t exist solely in this world but extended into other universes. Even the Supremes would appear insignificant to the Root Demon.

Qi Yuan shrugged. “I just pulled out my sword, invoked my original divine skill, and swallowed it directly,” he replied. “Relax, there’s no risk.”

Qi Yuan never acted recklessly. His brow had the power to foretell fortune and avoid disaster.

When he consumed the Root Demon, his right eyebrow hadn’t twitched. Given other considerations, he’d felt it was safe.

He’d taken similar precautions when crafting his grand scheme to banish the Great Sun into an unclaimed universe, exercising his unique ability to ensure there would be no catastrophe. He would never put Canary or Ning Tao in danger.

As for the idea that Great Sun might find an opportunity in that universe… wishful thinking.

Purple Fate Ancestor gazed deeply at Qi Yuan, pondering. He finally spoke: “Now that you’ve exposed the Gate of Myriad Principles, you’ll need to be careful with those Supremes.”

Purple Fate Ancestor’s concern was well-founded. The Gate of Myriad Principles was enough to make the Supremes covet it. So long as they lived, they had desire. If one of the Supremes made a move, could Qi Yuan withstand it?

“They may hesitate to act just yet, though, since they still don’t know exactly what happened with Great Sun.”

“Whatever you did to Great Sun, tell no one—not even me. The Supremes’ powers are too uncanny. Any information in this world that spills over could very well be detected by them.”

With the Root Demon Tribulation behind him, Purple Fate Ancestor had grown even stronger. And with greater strength came a greater understanding of the Supremes’ fearsome nature. The Celestial Realm’s Sixth Heaven held no future. The two levels of the Yang God were the limit here, but this wasn’t the Supreme’s limit.

The Supreme’s limitation to the second level of the Yang God was due to the restrictions of the Sixth Heaven. Only if the Upper Realm expanded to the Seventh or even the Ninth Heaven could the Supremes break through their confines and reach the third level of the Yang God. Otherwise… there was no way.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Qi Yuan shrugged, knowing full well that the Supremes of the Sixth Heaven might be silently watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike with a crushing blow. But Great Sun’s mysterious disappearance kept them at bay, instilling both fear and hesitation.

Looking serene, Qi Yuan remarked, “The Abyss Lord dared to use Root Demon Blood against you; to provoke someone under my protection... it seems he’s forgotten his place.”

Purple Fate Ancestor sighed, “He’s gone to Taihuang Palace.”

Upon learning Qi Yuan had emerged from the Gate of Myriad Principles, Saint Wuming had immediately fled to the Taihuang Palace without even relocating the Black Demon Abyss. To Saint Wuming, the Black Demon Abyss was insignificant, less than a speck compared to his own worth.

“Taihuang Palace?” Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, a glint of resolve shining through. “Perfect timing. It’s time to settle some old accounts.”

“You’re going to Taihuang Palace?” Purple Fate Ancestor paused, silent for a moment.

Before today, he might have tried to dissuade Qi Yuan. Even if Great Sun’s physical form was missing, his star projection still lingered within the Astral World. Taihuang Palace held enough power to make even the Supremes wary.

But after witnessing Qi Yuan’s display, he realized he wasn’t qualified to advise Qi Yuan anymore.

Much like parents from humble backgrounds advising their genius child, who’s already been recruited by a national science program before graduating high school, to stay on course to finish senior year. Everyone has their area of expertise. And in the realm of cultivation, this parental advice would seem laughable to their child’s learned peers.

Purple Fate Ancestor chose not to give such advice. Instead, he laid out the Taihuang Palace’s strength before Qi Yuan, advising him to be cautious.

…

Within the Council of Truth…

Two mysterious figures lay in wait, their faces obscured.

A strange, unnamable pattern twisted across their bodies, giving them an eerie, monstrous appearance.

“He… has gone to Taihuang Palace,” one of the Supremes intoned, his extended hand brushing against the twisted lines on his body, causing them to fragment into pieces.

“Strange… how did Purple Fate Ancestor manage to overcome the Root Demon Tribulation?” mused another Supreme, standing before a mountain too vast to comprehend. This mountain had witnessed the burial of Great Supreme Truths and even the fall of true stars, their corpses lodged deep within its valleys.

“He’s shrouded in too many mysteries… Could he really be from beyond this realm?” the elder muttered, seeming deep in thought as countless threads of information streamed into his mind.

“If he’s a foreigner, going to challenge Taihuang Palace is suicide. His true opponent is not Taihuang Palace but… Heaven’s Will itself!” the Supreme’s voice sounded like it had traveled through eternity.

In this world, if the Great Supreme Truths were the chess pieces, then the Supremes who had comprehended Ultimate Truths were the players.

They had long since fused with Heaven’s Will in profound ways. Ten Sun Venerable lacked the Great Supreme Truth Mark and was thus an outsider to this world.

“Too many clouds obscure this battle; the outcome is unknowable, unknowable…”

“His trump card, his hidden hand… what could it be?”

On this day, the Sixth Heaven was abuzz with countless gazes fixed upon Purple Fate Heaven and the single figure within it. They wanted to see the outcome of this battle and to gauge the true strength of the Ten Sun Venerable.

If he was weak...

In front of countless watching eyes, a towering figure cloaked in blood-red armor streaked across the Sixth Heaven, finally stopping before the majestic, radiant Taihuang Palace.

One hand gripped the Emperor’s Banner, summoning countless spirits from across the ages.

This banner was old and worn, stained with ominous blood, as though it had witnessed eras and endured the wars of world’s end.

In the other hand, he held a demonic blood sword. Its color was sinister, like a dark repository of sins gathered from the hearts of countless beings across time.

The blood sword sliced through the void, its light illuminating the heavens.

Bathed in a golden glow,Taihuang Palace appeared as though it had been drenched in blood, casting a menacing and terrifying aura.

Its ancient and indomitable presence seemed to tremble, leaving even the Yang Gods quaking in fear.

“He… has arrived!” an elder muttered, his teeth chattering.

“He’s finally here!” Another youthful cultivator’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Within Taihuang Palace, countless dormant beings stirred awake.

From all worlds, innumerable gazes converged on this impending battle.

Qi Yuan, garbed in blood-red armor, took a step forward, causing the heavens to quake and the clouds to scatter as if he had stepped across ages.

“Today, Taihuang Palace will fall!” His voice was sharp as a blade, veiled in the iron edge of his conviction.

It was as if he had come from the depths of hell itself, summoning the souls of countless departed beings.

“Ten Sun Venerable, if you retreat now, you may have a sliver of hope for survival,” a weathered elder spoke, revealing himself to be the Banner Master.

Qi Yuan shook the Emperor’s Banner in his grip, calling forth a myriad of vengeful spirits. “Banner Master, it’s time for you to return to your home.”

These words were laced with a hatred so deep it could corrode iron and were, at the same time, an open, unfiltered insult.

The Banner Master’s gaze flashed with humiliation.

Next to him, Saint Wuming watched Qi Yuan with grim seriousness, clearly unprepared for the Root Demon Tribulation’s resolution.

The Root Demon was a force perhaps even more terrifying than Heaven’s Will itself.

It didn’t just exist within the Sixth Heaven; other universes told tales of its terror.

“Why bother?”

A voice sighed, laden with sorrow and regret.

A figure materialized within Taihuang Palace, a second-tier Great Supreme Truth known as Boundless Heaven Venerable, his form ethereal, as if removed from this realm.

“Three Great Supreme Truths possessing offensive creation artifacts? No… two,” Qi Yuan’s voice was cold, with a trace of disdain.

Everyone within Taihuang Palace who heard these words, Yang Gods and cultivators alike, grew furious.

“Insolence!”

“The audacity!”

Within the Sixth Heaven, many Yang Gods looked on, bewildered, wondering where Qi Yuan drew his confidence from.

In Moon God Palace, Moon Radiance Venerable’s expression grew somber, “Victory or defeat… both are calamities.”

Meanwhile, in White Dragon Abyss, the Abyss Lord’s eyes glistened with greed. “I’d love to bear his child and grow old by his side.”

Qi Yuan stood before Taihuang Palace, blocking its entrance alone with his blood-red armor, banner in one hand, sword in the other.

This moment was worthy of the annals of history.

“It seems there’s no avoiding this battle,”

Within Taihuang Palace, the only one to have comprehended Ultimate Truth, True Sun Venerable, appeared, his aura only at its peak among the Great Supreme Truths.

Yet with each step he took, his aura rose abruptly, expanding wildly.

“With my power, I will forge a Great Sun!” Boundless Heaven Venerable bellowed, with radiant five-colored lights flowing from his body, channeling into True Sun Venerable.

The Banner Master, Abyss Lord, and True Origin Venerable, all the Great Supreme Truths, roared in unison, pouring their celestial energy into Great Sun Venerable.

“Are they trying to artificially create a Supreme?”

“They can’t create one—not even close—but with this… his power will be nearly unmatched beneath the Supremes!”

“This is four Great Supreme Truths working together, and not just any ordinary ones!”

One streak after another of celestial energy descended from the heavens like radiant rainbows, pouring into True Sun Venerable.

His already massive physique grew even more towering. He seemed reborn, his expression transformed into a cold, unfeeling mask, his aura radiating a vast, singularly blazing sun.

True Sun Venerable’s energy surged to a terrifying level, each movement capable of instilling dread in the Great Supreme Truths’ second echelon. His strength was enough to capture the attention of the Supremes.

Even Qi Yuan felt the intense threat radiating from him.

At that moment, True Sun appeared to be a completely new being. From his bones to his soul, everything about him had transformed, as if a foreign life force had reanimated his body.

This scene stunned several Yang Gods and even made the Supremes ponder.

“Majestic Sun, forge my true body!”

The reborn True Sun Venerable’s voice thundered.

At that moment, the Astral Realm shuddered, and an immense, radiant image of a sun descended from above, merging into True Sun Venerable’s form.

True Sun Venerable’s aura intensified again, surpassing even the energy the four Great Supreme Truths had poured into him.

“Great Sun has merged with him… he’s a vessel!” one of the Great Supreme Truths murmured, astonished.

“He’s actually a vessel cultivated by Great Sun Supreme!” gasped another Great Supreme Truth.

It was known that only the original owner could fuse with the celestial star projection of the Astral Realm.

For True Sun Venerable to seamlessly integrate with Great Sun Supreme’s star projection…

It could only mean one thing: he was a vessel intentionally crafted by the Great Sun himself.

A vessel that had achieved the comprehension of Ultimate Truth—how could that not shock anyone?

“Ten Sun Venerable is done for,” one Great Supreme Truth concluded. “In his current form, True Sun Venerable is nearing the power of the Supremes. Perhaps… he could even rival a Supreme. Lacking the Great Supreme Truth Mark, Ten Sun Venerable is undoubtedly doomed!”

“A Supreme’s contingencies are indeed formidable,” added another. “This time… there’s no doubt Ten Sun Venerable will lose!”

Yet the majority of Great Supreme Truths, along with the Supremes, stayed silent, watching to see how this battle would unfold.

With the celestial power of the Great Sun coursing through him, True Sun Venerable’s aura soared to terrifying new heights.

He stepped out from Taihuang Palace, his presence like that of a true deity.

The radiant energy from his form illuminated the heavens, making it visible to all beings across the Sixth Heaven.

“Ten Sun Venerable, how do you intend to fight me?”

True Sun Venerable spoke coldly, unleashing an aura so overpowering it seemed to tear through the void, leaving streaks of radiant energy in its wake, each streak capable of obliterating even a Yang God.

Qi Yuan, his expression steady, braced himself against the pressure.

He slashed forward, unleashing the Emperor’s Banner, which stretched wide in all its terrifying glory.

Drawing on his full strength, Qi Yuan faced Great Sun’s strike head-on.

But this attack was overwhelmingly dominant, an all-encompassing force too brutal to withstand.

For the first time, Qi Yuan faced an opponent of such magnitude, a force that overwhelmed all. It was as if the whole world were now centered on the blazing sun.

The Emperor’s Banner trembled, and the blood-red sword in his hand emitted a fierce cry.

Even at his full strength, Qi Yuan felt his body beginning to fracture under the impact of this blow.

“So this… is the power of a Supreme?” Qi Yuan’s expression was calm, though blood trickled from his lips.

It had been a long time since he’d last suffered an injury. But in this collision with True Sun Venerable, he was wounded in the very first clash.

If he were facing Great Sun himself, what would the difference between them have been?

When facing the likes of the Banner Master, he could easily gain the upper hand, pushing his opponent back step by step.

But here, against True Sun, he sustained an injury after a single strike.

“A firefly dares to compete with the sun and moon?” True Sun Venerable sneered, his voice icily disdainful. “Do you understand the magnitude of the being that stands before you?”

Having taken on a new soul, True Sun’s tone had also become sharper and more unfeeling.

“You’re not simply facing a Great Supreme Truth… you’re facing Heaven’s Will itself!” he declared, voice resonating with an unfathomable weight. “You are not fighting me; you are battling the manifestation of Heaven’s Will through the Sixth Heaven!”

“A mere cultivator, daring to defy the heavens? To challenge Heaven’s Will?”

“This fight… you cannot win!”

If ordinary Great Supreme Truths were unknowing conduits of Heaven’s Will, building upon the Great Supreme Truth Mark, the Supremes were different. They actively fused with Heaven’s Will, gaining the power to draw from its strength.

At that moment, True Sun Venerable’s aura radiated endlessly, a divine energy spanning past and future, existing as the one true sun.

All Yang Gods present were shaken, their hearts trembling.

They had seen Qi Yuan confront the Banner Master and suppress him.

But now, Qi Yuan seemed like a mere shadow of his former self before True Sun.

Was this truly the strength of a Supreme?

“Where did you find the courage to challenge Taihuang Palace?”

“Was it the four thousand Yang Gods of the Three Thousand Realms?”

“Or perhaps the ten star projections when Ten Suns crossed the sky?”

“The Ten Suns crossed the heavens, stirring up all realms in chaos—a grand display!”

“But don’t you understand that the heavens permit only one sun? Your ten suns are nothing compared to the true Great Sun!”

“Only the one Great Sun is supreme; numbers… are irrelevant!”

True Sun Venerable’s voice was sharp, contemptuous. He looked at Qi Yuan as if at a dead man.

Against a second-tier Great Supreme Truth, Qi Yuan could have used his abilities to teleport into the depths of the Heaven and Earth Mystical Lands to escape.

But in a fight of this magnitude, no such escape was possible.

Death, it seemed, was inevitable.

The surrounding Great Supreme Truths seemed to reach the same conclusion.

Purple Fate Ancestor’s face reflected his concern.

He knew Qi Yuan was capable of miracles, but in the face of such absolute power, could there still be room for a miracle?

In the distant Purple Fate Heaven, Purple Fate Xue watched her father’s image in the shattered sky with worry etched across her face.

If he could really slay True Sun, her sister had vowed to become his concubine.

But as Qi Yuan gazed at True Sun Venerable, a quiet smile played on his lips despite the one-sided battle.

“So this… is the power of a Supreme?” he muttered, “Or rather, the power nearing a Supreme?”

“Indeed, it is fearsome. For a lowly cultivator from the Purple Mansion like me, defeating it would be no easy feat!”

“But… I am not merely a Purple Mansion cultivator; I am also a Golden Core cultivator with a Stellar Golden Core!”

“Ten suns aren’t enough?” he declared, his voice slicing through the heavens. “What about a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand suns?”

The cold, piercing voice resounded across the realm.

For reasons unknown, every cultivator who heard Qi Yuan felt their hearts shudder.

It was as if a monumental event was about to unfold.

In the Council of Truth, the two hidden Supremes shifted uneasily, as though sensing something amiss.

Purple Fate Ancestor, his eyes narrowed, gazed towards the Astral Realm, towards those ten suns.

At the Black Demon Abyss, Ice Sword looked on, confused. “Why… does it suddenly feel warmer?”

Is it just a lack of cold from the ice eggs below?

At that very moment, as Qi Yuan’s voice faded, countless eyes turned to the Astral Realm.

The Astral Realm, vast and profound, shone with stars scattered across the heavens.

The Astral Realm was the pinnacle of the Sixth Heaven, transcending even the Ninth Heaven.

There was a legend: if the Ninth Heaven were ever created, a cultivator standing there could grasp the star projections within the Astral Realm, transforming illusion into reality and gazing upon the future.

In that moment, the serene and majestic Astral Realm trembled as if an overwhelming horror were brewing within.

Even the soul-projected Yin Gods (Myth Yin Gods) felt their spirits quake, as their celestial projections began to tremble.

True Sun Venerable’s indifferent expression faltered as shock crept across his face.

The scene felt familiar to those watching.

Years ago, when the Ten Suns rose to prominence and proclaimed their dominance, the Astral Realm had trembled, and every Yang God had felt its resonance.

Today, the Astral Realm trembled once more.

But the intensity this time—was it ten times, a hundred times stronger than before?

“I feel as though a great sun is rising!” gasped one of the Great Supreme Truths, visibly trembling.

“No… my celestial projection… it feels… insignificant!”

“Could it be that the Ten Sun Venerable has even more celestial projections?”

“Could ten suns not be his limit? Maybe twelve, twenty?” a Yang God guessed boldly.

Each additional projection would enhance the Ten Sun Venerable’s power.

If he had ten more suns in store for this battle…

But before they could speculate further, a sight that stunned all the heavens and realms materialized before them.

“Is that…”

“Is that really…”

Light!

Endless light!

A crimson glow filled the darkness, as countless star projections in the Astral Realm turned blood red.

A colossal, indescribable star projection emerged from the boundless Astral Realm, magnificent and awe-inspiring, making every Yang God present tremble.

“How can there be such a massive star projection?” someone exclaimed, their voice shaking.

“Is this… even a star?”

All who watched were stricken with disbelief. This blood-red star projection was so immense that ordinary projections, in comparison, looked like mere fireflies.

Even beings as powerful as Great Supreme Truths, who could easily consume entire realms, were overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of this star.

Supremes could hold stars in their hands and scatter dozens with a flick. But this… this blood-red star was simply too vast, too intimidating.

"This… is my most powerful Stellar Golden Core!"

The crimson light spilled across Qi Yuan’s figure, casting an otherworldly glow upon him.

“I call it… the Super Red Giant!”

This Super Red Giant, with a mass only dozens of times greater than the Blue Planet’s sun, had a volume a billion times larger! It had consumed thousands of divine techniques, captured by Ning Tao and Canary, and finally condensed into a Golden Core.

True Sun Venerable’s expression hardened. “Size doesn’t dictate everything!”

Despite the intimidating presence of this star projection, True Sun remained calm; the Super Red Giant was formidable, yet still within his tolerances.

“Do you believe… that this colossal star projection… is the only one I possess?”

Qi Yuan’s voice was calm, but his words sounded like a thunderclap to the Yang Gods present.

Could it be… he had more of these?

The gathered Yang Gods felt a chill wash over them. Such a projection was already beyond comprehension—could he truly have more?

“Sorry to disappoint, but yes… I only have one like this!”

Super Red Giants were rare; Qi Yuan had only managed to obtain one and condense it into a Stellar Golden Core.

Upon hearing this, the other Yang Gods let out a sigh of relief. One was already terrifying; any more would be unimaginable.

If Qi Yuan survived this battle, and such an enormous projection lingered in the Astral Realm, it would haunt the minds of Yang Gods everywhere.

But their relief was premature.

“This size, indeed, is unique… but as for smaller ones… I have plenty!”

“Come forth, Stellar Golden Cores!”

“Illuminate the heavens!”

With Qi Yuan’s command, the vast Astral Realm was plunged into darkness, as though every star’s light had been stolen.

The Yang Gods shivered, their fear intensifying. This sensation was even more terrifying than when the Super Red Giant had appeared.

They gazed up at the darkened Astral Realm, the endless blackness devoid of a single glimmer.

Suddenly—

The sky lit up again!

Countless stars began to rise, an overwhelming, boundless brightness.

It was no mere single sun, nor two, nor even a hundred or a thousand!

A thousand radiant disks rose in brilliance, the Astral Realm’s glow eclipsing the heavens and earth.

In that moment, countless stars spanned the sky. Looking across them, there was no end in sight.

Tens of thousands of star projections filled the heavens.

“Is this… sufficient?”

“If there can be no two Super Red Giant suns, what about ten thousand?”

Clad in his blood-red armor, Qi Yuan seemed to bear the weight of the Astral Realm, tens of thousands of blazing star projections illuminating the vast expanse.

He looked like a true deity, each projection a mere adornment upon his armor.

Before this expanse of Stellar Golden Cores, the other star projections faded into insignificance, mere shadows against the immensity of Qi Yuan’s stars.

Gathering all this celestial light, Qi Yuan exuded an unmatched, overwhelming power.

This was a true upheaval of the realms.

Countless eyes fixed upon Qi Yuan, their gazes filled with awe and disbelief.

“What Ten Sun Venerable…? He’s a… Ten Thousand Sun Supreme!”

The title “Ten Sun” was appropriate for a mere celestial being, but for someone who commanded tens of thousands of suns, this was an entirely different level.

Even the Supremes couldn’t fathom that all these star projections belonged to a single individual. It was beyond belief, more astonishing than the appearance of the Gate of Supreme Truth itself.

“Stars of the heavens, gather upon me!”

“Brilliant radiance, illuminate all nine heavens!”

At Qi Yuan’s declaration, the endless star projections fell upon him, each descending ray of light merging into his body.

In an instant, Qi Yuan’s energy surged to unimaginable levels.

Vast, boundless, and indescribably profound…

“Now… do I qualify to claim the title of Great Sun?” he roared, his voice thunderous.

“Large is beauty, and multitude is power!”

“Behold my Stellar Golden Cores—come forth… and claim what’s yours!”

As Qi Yuan’s shout echoed, a monstrous hand of immense power stretched towards True Sun.

Within the Astral Realm, tens of thousands of Stellar Golden Cores aligned like celestial warriors, each charging toward the Great Sun’s star projection.

“Kill!”

This blow held no concept of Supreme Truth!

This was pure, unbridled force—a showcase of the true beauty of power!

No rule or Supreme Truth could withstand this relentless might, which tore through all in its path.

The monstrous form of True Sun, equal in strength to the Supremes, appeared minuscule under this attack.

Crack.

Within the Astral Realm, fractures appeared across the Great Sun’s star.

Light burst forth from True Sun Venerable’s body.

“In this Sixth Heaven, I am the only true Great Sun!”

Boom!

The Great Sun projection shattered!

The title of the singular Great Sun vanished, only to be rekindled in Qi Yuan.

True Sun’s body fractured, his once-cold expression replaced with a look of bewildered shock.

“How… can this be…” he muttered in a daze.

“Die!” Qi Yuan struck again, this time directly targeting the Banner Master.

The Banner Master’s expression shifted dramatically, his body trembling, his face turning ashen.

“I bear the Supreme Truth Mark! I cannot die!” he cried out.

But that strike disregarded any notion of reason; its sheer force was so absolute that even the Banner Master’s Mark, fused with Heaven’s Will, began to show cracks.

With a single strike, the Banner Master fell.

All realms fell silent in shock.

This was a second-tier Great Supreme Truth, protected by the Supreme Truth Mark.

Under the operation of Heaven’s Will, even the Supremes couldn’t easily kill him.

And yet… Qi Yuan had slain him with ease.

The other Great Supreme Truths looked at Qi Yuan, their eyes filled with newfound dread.

Even the Supremes’ eyes now held a hint of caution.

This was no ordinary second-tier Great Supreme Truth; even without his powerful artifacts, he was still a dominant force within the Sixth Heaven.

Yet Qi Yuan didn’t give them time to think. His gaze fell upon Saint Wuming.

“Years ago, Purple Fate Ancestor begged you three times on my behalf. Today, I shall strike you down with three blows!”

The towering figure radiated an aura of unmatched brilliance as he prepared to strike.

“The first blow, to shatter your body!”

With a single palm strike, Saint Wuming’s body was obliterated.

“The second blow, to extinguish your soul!”

Another palm, and Saint Wuming’s soul was annihilated.

“The third blow, to break your Supreme Truth Mark!”

The third blow struck, shattering the Supreme Truth Mark embedded in Heaven’s Will itself.

The heavens… were utterly silent in shock.

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