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

Under the cover of night, the branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild left using a teleportation array.

There was a teleportation array in the fortress, but the resources required for teleportation were exorbitantly expensive.

With the dream beast disaster looming, only a select few would be able to use the array to escape.

The vast majority of the lower-class civilians, and even some nobles, would be unable to leave.

By the time the sky began to lighten, the deputy leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild had arrived at a magnificent palace.

This palace was the grand hall of the True Creator's Church, where the High Priest who had contacted Liu Tu resided.

The True Creator's Church was a colossal entity, spanning numerous worlds.

This High Priest was a significant figure even within the church's headquarters, being a member of the Elder Council.

The Elder Council was the true core of the True Creator's Church.

The seventh realm was the Yang God realm.

"Enter."

A commanding voice rang out, and Liu Tu immediately entered with humility, his face filled with reverence.

That Qi Yuan from the Ad Church was strong, but to Liu Tu, he was nothing special.

He had once witnessed this High Priest of the True Creator's Church destroy an entire world of heretics with a single palm strike.

Such terrifying power made Liu Tu regard the High Priest as a god.

How could a mere Ad Church possibly stand against such a powerful True Creator's Church?

"Greetings, High Priest. The divine mirror has been delivered," Liu Tu said with utmost respect, a stark contrast to the respect he had shown Qi Yuan.

The High Priest, dressed in a gray-white robe, glanced at the divine mirror and asked, "Tell me what happened in the Flying Bird Realm."

Liu Tu quickly recounted the events in the fortress in detail.

"To destroy a divine artifact, he has some strength," the High Priest commented indifferently.

"Compared to the High Priest, that Qi Yuan from the Ad Church is nothing but a clown.

If the High Priest were to act personally, he could be killed with a snap of your fingers," Liu Tu flattered, though he was also somewhat curious.

Why didn't the High Priest act personally? Wouldn't that better demonstrate the power of the True Creator's Church?

The High Priest narrowed his eyes but did not respond.

He had barely reached the seventh realm, becoming a Yang God.

The opponent was also a Yang God. Without a fight, the outcome was uncertain.

The High Priest couldn't be sure of his victory.

Thus, the safest method was to use the blood of the True Creator to cast a curse.

The High Priest waved his hand, and the divine mirror flew into his grasp.

At that moment, a drop of golden blood appeared, and the High Priest's face showed reverence.

"This drop of blood comes from the True Creator, possessing divine power. With it, even a church leader-level existence cannot resist the curse."

Church leaders were the leaders of major churches, beings at the second layer of Yang God.

In other words, aside from the True Creator, church leaders were the strongest beings in the world.

As the High Priest spoke, his eyes shone with divine light.

He reached into the divine mirror, and the drop of the True Creator's blood also entered the mirror.

"Blood Curse, True Descent... Die!"

The High Priest chanted, and the curse was activated.

In the heavens and earth, a terrifying blood-red light seemed to descend.

The High Priest looked up, his face filled with awe.

"The shadow of the True Creator has descended. His shadow will remember the aura in the divine mirror and cast the curse. No matter where he hides, he will die."

The High Priest spoke with certainty.

However, at that moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

"If I don't hide, does that mean I won't die?"

As the words fell, a man of unparalleled handsomeness appeared.

Seeing the newcomer, Liu Tu's heart skipped a beat. "How did you get here!"

The teleportation array could only be used twice a day. How had Qi Yuan arrived?

The High Priest's heart also trembled, and he looked at Qi Yuan with wariness. "I didn't expect you to evade my perception and come here. You have some strength. And to have discovered Liu Tu's anomaly, you have some wisdom. But choosing to follow him here shows a lack of wisdom."

Now, the shadow of the True Creator had descended.

The curse was set.

No matter how strong Qi Yuan was, even if he were at the church leader level, he would surely die.

"I hate it when people call me stupid," Qi Yuan said, feeling somewhat defensive.

Fortunately, the other party wasn't from Blue Star, or else a comment like "throwing stones at a dog" would have made Qi Yuan even more furious.

The High Priest narrowed his eyes. "Enjoy your death."

The god created the world and all living beings.

The god's finger represented life and death.

The god reached out and created the world.

Now, the god reached out again, bringing destruction.

This terrifying curse was horrifying in its power.

Qi Yuan watched as the shadow of the True Creator extended a finger, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Your god... is his finger injured?"

Hearing this, the High Priest's expression changed. "You know too much."

The True Creator had fallen into slumber because of his injuries.

The wound was on his finger.

Legend had it that before the True Creator descended into this universe, he once awoke and extended his friendly hand to the world.

But... he was attacked by the Terrifying Supreme Destroyer of Dark Evil Gods, and the True Creator was severely wounded, falling back into slumber and eventually descending into this universe.

"Unfortunately, knowing this won't change your fate," the High Priest said.

"You talk too much," Qi Yuan said, exasperated. "Alright, it's time to wrap this up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the utterly confused High Priest's body exploded into ashes.

Even in death, his expression remained unchanged, or rather, he hadn't even realized he was about to die.

Beside him, Liu Tu broke out in a cold sweat, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

At that moment, Qi Yuan looked at the True Creator, his gaze calm.

"Your curse won't work. Your true body needs to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the True Creator shattered.

Immediately after, Liu Tu also died instantly.

At the same time, in a distant place.

Divine power surged, and lines of faith intertwined.

In the realm of reality and illusion, there seemed to be a massive cocoon, within which a god appeared to be slumbering.

This god was the True Creator!

After descending into this universe, the True Creator had been in a deep slumber.

He relied on instinct, consuming faith to slowly recover.

At this rate, he would awaken in a few billion years.

By then, it would be the golden age of the True Creator's Church.

However, at this moment, in this hidden place, a young man in plain clothes appeared.

He looked at the True Creator before him, a smile on his face.

"Ding-dong, the alarm is ringing!"

"Time to wake up!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan transformed into an alarm clock, emitting various piercing sounds, as if trying to wake the True Creator.

The god within the cocoon seemed to tremble, his body curling up as if frowning.

Clearly, Qi Yuan's sounds were highly offensive to him.

It seemed to recall the feeling of being woken by an alarm clock during its mortal days.

"Get up, the sun is already up!"

After saying this, Qi Yuan summoned a massive stellar golden core.

This stellar golden core was vast and majestic, blazing with intense heat.

The terrifying flames and scorching aura spread everywhere.

The golden light illuminated all directions.

Within the True Creator's Church, dozens of elders from the Elder Council were startled awake.

They looked in shock at the newly appeared sun, their faces filled with confusion.

"What is this?"

"Such intense light!"

"My eyes!"

"What kind of power is this?"

"This is blasphemy against the god! How dare they!" one elder shouted angrily, his faith shattered.

These Yang God experts, even the church leader-level Yang Gods, showed fear.

Suddenly, a massive sun had appeared in the core area of the church. How could they not be shocked?

"Church leader, what is this?" someone asked.

The church leader of the True Creator's Church looked grave. "I see a great sun."

"See, the sun is about to burn your butt," Qi Yuan continued. "If you don't wake up, I'll add another sun, or maybe three?"

As Qi Yuan's strength increased, his stellar golden core had also become more powerful, not just a simple tool for smashing enemies.

Of course, using it to smash enemies was still terrifyingly effective.

At that moment, an ancient and profound aura spread.

The True Creator, who had been slumbering for countless years, finally awoke.

His first thought was, who am I, where am I, what's happening? Wasn't I severely injured and in a deep slumber? Why did I suddenly wake up?

Wait... it's so hot.

The True Creator awoke, his aura weak, like a shut-in who had stayed up all night.

His gaze fell on his buttocks and immediately saw two terrifying objects not far away.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He clearly remembered that he had fled to an ordinary universe.

In that universe, he should have been the top existence.

How...

When he saw Qi Yuan, his neck instinctively shrank, as if he had seen a natural predator.

In an instant, he seemed to understand the reason.

It turned out that this majestic being had created an Ad Church, seemingly competing with the True Creator's Church for faith.

A mere elder from the Elder Council had casually issued an order to suppress the Ad Church.

That was bad enough, but one of the elders, only at the first layer of Yang God, had even used his blood to curse this majestic being.

At this moment, the True Creator felt like crying.

While he was sleeping at home, disaster had fallen from the sky.

"Esteemed god, I was at fault first. All those who bear ill will toward the Ad Church have their fates intertwined here. You may sever them at any time. This is all a misunderstanding," the True Creator immediately knelt, offering a thread of fate to Qi Yuan.

This thread of fate was connected to the lives of tens of thousands of beings.

"I'm not here to blame you. I want to ask, who caused the injury on your hand?" Qi Yuan asked. "According to your doctrine, it was the Terrifying Supreme Destroyer of Dark Evil Gods. Who is that?"

The True Creator's expression turned grave, and he seemed hesitant. "Once, I was severely injured and fell into a deep slumber. After countless years of effort, my followers managed to awaken a sliver of my consciousness, and my hand reached out to the world...

But then, a... cat's paw slapped my hand, and I was immediately severely injured again."

As he spoke, the True Creator shuddered with fear.

Although he had been severely injured, he had still reached the third layer of Yang God, making him a realm lord.

Yet, a cat had slapped him back into slumber.

"Was this cat black and white?" Qi Yuan asked thoughtfully.

"Do you know it, esteemed god?" the True Creator asked, surprised.

That cat had been too terrifying, or perhaps bizarre. It looked like an ordinary cat, yet it was so confident and powerful.

And the being behind the cat was even more terrifying.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the cat I raised.

Xie Xinsu."

Qi Yuan said calmly.