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

Shang Yanran’s explanation was the most logical.

Even if the Blood Lord were forever trapped in the demonic realm, lost to heart demons, and transformed into a great demon, he still retained a sliver of humanity and chose to end his own life rather than harm the world.

Everyone present was deeply moved.

Their admiration for the Blood Lord reached a new height.

What even the great Buddha couldn’t do, the Blood Lord accomplished.

"No!" Canary looked at the Grand Portal, wanting to move forward but unable to, "I don’t want Blood Bead to end his own life!"

She was originally a carefree canary on Jiupan Mountain.

How could she get used to the separation of the mortal world?

And the person leaving was her childhood friend.

Shang Yanran seemed to think of something, her eyes flashing with sorrow: "Now that the Blood Lord has ended his life and the blood demon has dissipated... I have a method that might save him.

But... what may be revived could be a blood demon."

Everyone fell silent.

Bai Ze’s face was complex. Finally, he said, "If reviving him turns him into a terrifying blood demon, wouldn't that go against our master's wishes?

Is there no other way?"

Shang Yanran said, "Master has ended his own life. The revived blood demon won’t be a true terrifying blood demon, but rather an ordinary heart demon."

"Save him!" The old man Nangong Dagou said firmly.

"Save him!" The usually silent Foolish Daoist spoke up.

"Master taught me the way, saving my life. Today I must do something for him!"

Hearing these resolute words, Shang Yanran showed a sorrowful smile.

The master they saved would be a blood demon, but would he still be the master?

Yet, they chose to save him anyway.

"The method is recorded on the Destiny Tablet. I originally thought it would never be used, but today... it will be." Shang Yanran took out the Destiny Tablet.

After obtaining the Destiny Tablet, she hadn’t given up on saving the Blood Lord, even though it was too late. She continued seeking ways to save him.

It recorded that if the Blood Lord ended his life, severing himself from the demon, there would be a slim chance of saving him.

"In the Grand Portal, there is a door called the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the Grand Portal do not occupy the same space.

But in some way, they are connected.

If someone enters, they may see the Blood Lord.

If they call out and transmit true essence, they might awaken him."

This was the method recorded on the Destiny Tablet half a month ago.

By entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and calling out, transmitting true essence, they could potentially awaken the Blood Lord.

"No problem." Nangong Dagou said.

Canary also looked at the Grand Portal with excitement, recalling Blood Bead’s words. Her gaze became determined: "Blood Bead..."

Shang Yanran continued, "However... entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will subject one to the curse of the demons, enduring endless pain.

This pain may not match the agony of being gnawed by demons, but it is still extraordinary and beyond what ordinary people can bear.

Moreover, after being cursed by the demons, one may become hideously ugly, hated by heaven and man.

All living beings who see you will feel disgust and want to kill you!

Even the closest lovers will feel revulsion and want to kill you!

Even the chaotic heart demons will despise such ugliness."

Shang Yanran spoke, deliberately glancing at Canary.

Everyone knew Canary loved beauty.

Entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and emerging would make one hideously ugly.

This ugliness was of a rule-based nature, unchangeable.

"How do you enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?" Canary asked as if she hadn’t heard Shang Yanran’s words.

The Foolish Daoist smiled, "It's just a body."

Nangong Dagou gritted his teeth, "Having an ugly name is one thing, now I'll also have to be ugly. Poor me and my handsome face."

Bai Ze also said, "I will go too."

Of the fourteen present, all except Shang Yanran were willing to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shang Yanran said, "Husband, you cannot go. Your cultivation is second only to mine. You must help me open the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and send them in!"

Bai Ze’s face changed multiple times before he finally said, "Okay."

Canary looked at the Grand Portal, full of anticipation.

Blood Bead... if I become ugly, will you still dislike me?

...

The scene shifts to a quarter of an hour earlier.

Inside the Grand Portal.

Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

His entire body was almost fully transformed into a heart demon.

Having refined the sin source into a divine ability, his soul was also fully transformed into a heart demon.

At this moment, Qi Yuan retained only a sliver of clarity.

However, he showed no panic, only a puzzled expression, murmuring to himself.

"What’s my trump card?"

"Why did I choose to enter the Grand Portal?"

"Why did I refine the sin source into a divine ability?"

"How strange, why can’t I remember?"

His body rapidly transformed into a heart demon, yet Qi Yuan remained incredibly calm.

"Oh dear, after practicing the 'Qi Yuan Sutra' too much, my memory has worsened. At such a critical moment, I’ve forgotten my trump card, the path I intended to take!"

Qi Yuan vaguely remembered that initially, he hadn’t intended to practice the Void Realm Sovereign Heart Demon Induction.

But then, it seemed he remembered something and practiced it anyway.

"Could it be that the game failed because of my poor memory?"

If that were the case, it would be ironic.

Like someone with poor memory trying to cultivate, unable to remember the cultivation methods, despite having great talent but unable to practice.

"No, wait..."

Suddenly, Qi Yuan paused.

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

"I remember what my path was!"

"No, I forgot again."

After an indeterminate amount of time, Qi Yuan’s eyes gleamed.

"I’ve got it!"

He hadn’t remembered, nor could he, but he understood.

The biggest problem with the 'Qi Yuan Sutra' was the mental instability and poor memory.

Qi Yuan always believed his mind was normal.

Poor memory, however, was a real issue.

Forgetting was his path, his essence, his origin divine ability.

The pain inflicted upon him, unbearable, forget!

The sorrow inflicted upon him, intolerable, forget!

Forget the pain, and there is no pain.

Forget this is a real world, treat it as a game world, and the world’s stabs won’t feel as real.

All along, Qi Yuan had been practicing forgetting.

Forgetting is an escape, but also not an escape.

Some things are best forgotten.

"A moment of enlightenment reveals my path, forgetting others, forgetting myself!"

This was Qi Yuan’s origin divine ability.

The Great Forgetting Mind Sutra!

At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

He forgot entering the Grand Portal.

He forgot refining the sin source into a divine ability.

He forgot devouring all heart demons to become a blood demon.

[You have comprehended the origin, Great Forgetting ability +99999.]

His form also changed at this moment.

As if by forgetting, everything in Qi Yuan’s mind had never happened.

"The Daoist has forgotten!"

"Hahaha!"

The originally heart-demonized body dissipated at this moment, as if time had returned to before he entered.

The withered corpse showed a moved expression, "What are you doing? How can you... revert to a human?

What divine ability is this, time reversal? Impossible, such an origin divine ability couldn’t appear on you!"

With the corpse’s knowledge, he could only attribute this scene to a time-space divine ability.

But how could a mere beginner at the fifth stage comprehend such an origin divine ability?

Impossible!

"Time reversal?" Qi Yuan was surprised, "This isn’t time reversal."

"Then what is it!" The corpse asked unwillingly.

"I forgot what this divine ability is." Qi Yuan murmured.

"You..." The corpse was furious.

"Oh dear... who are you?" Qi Yuan looked at the corpse on his back, "Is there a corpse here? No, it doesn’t seem to exist."

"No..." For the first time, the corpse’s face showed fear.

Because of Qi Yuan’s thoughts, he found his body becoming transparent, seemingly vanishing from the world.

He was a heart demon, supposed to merge with other heart demons, not disappear.

Yet now, he was truly vanishing.

"What are you... you’ve already condensed an origin divine ability, how can you condense a second one?"

He didn’t understand, completely didn’t understand.

He came from the Buddha’s land, a great world with countless strong individuals.

Even the supreme Buddha couldn’t form two origin divine abilities.

"What, I already have an origin divine ability? I don’t remember that. This is my origin divine ability."

The embryonic form of the 'Great Forgetting Mind Sutra' took shape at this moment.

"Fundamentally, there is no tree of enlightenment, nor a mirror bright.

Originally, there is nothing, so where can dust alight?"

Qi Yuan seemed to be in deep thought.

"Heart demons... don’t exist!"

"I... forgot you!"

"No, you never existed!"

With Qi Yuan’s thought, the corpse finally became completely transparent, disappearing.

In the Grand Portal, the billions of ferocious heart demons showed fear, their forms also becoming transparent and eventually vanishing.

The vast demonic realm within the Grand Portal became empty, devoid of any heart demons.

Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

"Forgetting... is the most terrifying thing in the world."

His eyes flashed with confusion, a dazed look.

He felt something important was slowly disappearing.

The vast world, within the Grand Portal, on the myriad steps, a man in a red robe sat, frowning, contemplating something.

Forgetting, forgetting others, forgetting oneself.

This was the ultimate of forgetting.

His form began to turn transparent.

It was as if he was about to forget himself.

The heavenly tribulation appeared at this moment.

But Qi Yuan had already forgotten.

He forgot who he was.

He forgot where he came from.

He forgot where he was going.

He sat in the Grand Portal.

He seemed to forget everyone, as if everyone would forget him.

He was about to forget himself.

Suddenly, the unmoving blood-red robe moved slightly: "Who am I?"

A trace of color flashed in his eyes, only to disappear again, returning to a sitting position on the steps, the handsome man in the blood robe.

Time flowed through his fingers. He remained in place, not waking for countless years.

The empty Grand Portal was silent. Apart from him, there was no color.

It was as if this world would forget him too.

Suddenly, a light entered, accompanied by an urgent voice: "Blood Bead! Blood Bead!"

The blood-red robe remained motionless, eyes closed.

"Blood Bead, I’ve come to see you personally, and you still don’t come to greet me... cough."

Blood flowed, and a girl’s face showed terrifying lines spreading.

She stood in the empty Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, reaching out to the blood-red figure.

"Blood Bead, Blood Bead!"

The girl stepped forward, ahead was an abyss.

An urgent voice called, "Canary, don’t go forward. Sister Yanran said this is the limit. Any further, and you will endure the same pain as the Grand Portal!"

Canary seemed not to hear, trying hard to approach the figure, to wake him.

She stepped forward, enduring excruciating pain, smiling wryly: "Blood Bead, is this the pain you endure? I feel it too."

Canary covered her face, a snake-like "demon" character appearing on it.

She didn’t want Blood Bead to wake and see her like this.

She moved forward, covering her face, calling, "Blood Bead, you said you would find me at the end of time!"

"If you can’t, I’ll find you!"

An empty world, an empty heart.

Within the heavenly tribulation, Qi Yuan, practicing the 'Great Forgetting Mind Sutra,' saw and heard nothing.

Because such an origin divine ability could not belong to any cultivator.

The heavenly tribulation would "incorporate" the cultivator, turning "him" into the origin of this world, a rule of this world.

But since reaching the foundation stage, Qi Yuan’s ears could hear some inexplicable whispers.

These whispers broke through the barrier of the heavenly tribulation.

Suddenly, the blood-red robe opened its eyes.

"Blood Bead?"

"Who is this?"

"Who’s calling?"

He looked over, his eyes seeming to see through the Grand Portal, spotting a scarred girl.

For some reason, his heart ached.

【Canary, your childhood friend, you spoil her greatly.】

"Childhood friend?"

Qi Yuan’s consciousness was hazy.

He looked at himself.

【Qi Yuan, you consider yourself the origin of all things.

Now, you are enduring the heavenly tribulation.

Your origin divine ability is too powerful, the heavens do not wish for you to exist.】

"I am Qi Yuan?"

His mind instantly cleared.

The heavenly tribulation dissipated at this moment.

The origin divine ability, 'Great Forgetting Mind Sutra,' was complete!

At this moment, a unique symbol also formed in the world. Qi Yuan watched as it drifted to the Grand Portal, engraving itself on the door.

Qi Yuan looked at the Grand Portal, seeing it like a paper full of stamps, covered in strange symbols.

Now, there was one more symbol, left by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan didn’t bother looking at the symbols on the Grand Portal. His gaze fell on the abyss, through which he saw a fleeting figure.

He couldn’t see the person’s face, only their outline, but he knew who it was.

"The 'Great Forgetting Mind Sutra' is about forgetting."

"Canary is about not forgetting."

"Not wanting to forget, for not forgetting."

"Forgetting and not forgetting."

"Forget this world, don’t forget Canary."

Qi Yuan pondered.

"The enlightenment is over... should I leave?"

Qi Yuan had a premonition that the Grand Portal would soon disappear, and he would return to the present.

This enlightenment of the origin brought him much.

Two origin divine abilities.

The first, the Void Realm Sovereign Heart Demon Induction.

When the divine ability is activated, heart demons arise.

The second, the 'Great Forgetting Mind Sutra.'

Forgetting is the path.

With the origin comprehended, he should, as before, leave this realm.

This might be his last time comprehending the origin.

Meaning he couldn’t return to the past, couldn’t see Canary, couldn’t see those who awakened him.

He didn’t know the price they paid.

But he knew it must have been unbearable.

"Canary..."

"We are separated... by thousands of years."

"When we meet again... will it be dust to dust, ashes to ashes?"

Qi Yuan naturally didn’t want that.

Time, fate... he would conquer them!

At this moment, a black dot appeared in his hand.

This was the most precious ability he had comprehended in the Grand Portal.

The power of reincarnation!

It is said that only Yin spirits could enter reincarnation.

Some Nascent Souls had a chance of reincarnating too.

"You woke me up, the power of reincarnation... I give it to you!"

"I hope in the next life, we will meet again!"

...

On Seven Colors Peak, Jiang Lingsu, who was cultivating, opened her eyes.

"I feel like I just forgot something."

She clutched her chest, confusion in her eyes.

At that moment, a thunderclap sounded from the peak, heading towards Seven Colors Peak.

The thunder was ordinary, like a typical lightning bolt.

On the white jade palace at the peak, a cold white light shot up, clashing with the thunder, then disappearing.

Jiang Lingsu showed a strange expression: "Was that heavenly thunder?

Did Master intervene?

It was too quick; I couldn’t see Master’s power."

She looked at a nearby wooden house.

Inside, it was quiet, with no sound.

"Is Senior Brother playing games again?"

"If he stays here playing for decades, the Shinguang Sect might forget he exists!" Jiang Lingsu continued her cultivation, not thinking much.

...

At the ends of the earth.

Several centuries had passed since the Grand Portal last appeared.

The area was now deserted.

Few people lived there.

The Grand Portal had long disappeared, and by the sea, there was a wooden house.

Facing the sea, but not warming with the spring.

The ancient mirror on the dressing table was shattered, its fragments reflecting a flawless face.

The left side was covered with a black veil.

The girl’s hand trembled, unable to hold the eyebrow pencil steadily. She couldn’t even apply simple makeup properly.

She looked in the mirror, seemingly trying hard to dress up.

Suddenly, a stone broke the window, landing inside.

A seagull flew away disdainfully.

The pencil fell from her hand, and she cried out, "I’m so clumsy, I can’t even do my makeup. I’m... ugly!"

She covered her left face, unwilling to look at it.

After a long time, she finally finished her makeup.

She looked at where the Grand Portal had vanished, her voice tinged with grievance: "Am I really ugly? Why don’t you come to see me?"

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