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

In a secluded corner, a shadowy figure coughed incessantly.

The bubbles from his cough seemed to contain traces of blood.

"Reincarnation... what is it still missing?"

San Sheng was puzzled.

With his talent, even the Heavenly Emperor paled in comparison.

The closer he got to reincarnation, the further he felt from it.

Even if the Sword of Forgetting was successfully forged, it would still be far from achieving true reincarnation.

"San Sheng, the reincarnation you seek is different from what we envision. It is a dead end.

Why not switch to... Stillness?"

"Stillness" was dead.

The Dao of Stillness remained, but it was incomplete.

Thus, "Stillness" hoped that San Sheng could walk its path and achieve true "Stillness."

All things would be still, but he would not.

San Sheng frowned and waved his hand: "You're already dead, yet you still echo so much?"

The jade slip immediately fell silent.

What San Sheng sought was reincarnation.

As for "Stillness," it could freeze all things in a state of his choosing, but that was not what San Sheng desired.

"What am I missing... to achieve reincarnation?"

San Sheng murmured, and at that moment, he began coughing violently again, spitting out a large amount of bloody foam.

The power of "Return to Nothingness" was still corroding him, and now he was extremely weak.

Suddenly, San Sheng raised his head, and the black robe covering him trembled.

"You've come?"

Not far ahead stood a young woman holding a blood-red sword.

Her expression was cold, her eyes serious.

Even though the shadowy figure before her was extremely weak, she treated him with utmost caution.

After all, a single misstep could plunge her into an abyss.

Moreover, the other party was incredibly mysterious.

He had orchestrated the fate of her and her master.

As San Sheng's voice fell, the battle began silently.

This was a battle between Dao Lords.

And not just ordinary Dao Lords.

Although San Sheng was weakened by the karmic force of "Return to Nothingness," he could still easily slay ordinary Dao Lords.

Wu Shi, on the other hand, wielded the Sword of Forgetting, an enhanced version at that.

The collision between the two was enough to overturn the universe.

However, their exchange was swift and brief, not even shattering the mountain they stood on. It was purely a contest of Dao principles and Great Daos.

Devouring, forgetting, the cycle, and more.

"Who are you, and why do you also possess the power of devouring?"

Wu Shi had gained the upper hand.

But she was not pleased.

The depth of the other party's power was too astonishing.

If he weren't so weakened, she would stand no chance.

"My name is... Reincarnation."

San Sheng's body grew increasingly illusory and ethereal.

Even without Wu Shi's assassination attempt, he would eventually fade into nothingness, completely consumed by "Return to Nothingness."

This was the curse, the curse of "Return to Nothingness."

The blood-red sword slashed, as if it could devour everything in the world, even "Return to Nothingness."

The sword finally pierced through San Sheng's hand, breaking the skin on the back of it.

His blood, at that moment, merged with the Sword of Forgetting.

A hoarse voice rang out.

"What is missing between the cycle and reincarnation?"

"Death?"

Even at this moment, he clung to his obsession, trying to see the path ahead.

But even in death, he could not see reincarnation.

What was he missing to achieve reincarnation?

"Who are you?"

Wu Shi's blood-red sword trembled, and the hood covering the shadowy figure's face was lifted.

A pale, weak, yet eerily familiar face came into Wu Shi's view.

Wu Shi's pupils contracted sharply, and her face showed disbelief.

"Master?"

《San Sheng Arc》End.

...

"What you're missing is the Netherworld."

On the Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

Countless memories flooded into his mind.

For a moment, his eyes showed confusion, melancholy, and then...

The Sword Disciple, the Moneybags Yang God, and San Sheng.

These three lives were part of his journey in creating the Three Pure Methods, a part of his past.

"I never thought I'd encounter little Wu Shi within the Three Pure Methods."

Recalling his experiences with Wu Shi, Qi Yuan found it quite amusing.

But upon reflection, it made sense.

After all, Wu Shi was his Nascent Soul.

It was natural for them to have a connection.

However, later, Wu Shi was captured by San Sheng and devoured the Dao fruit of the Devouring Dao Lord.

Memories of the past surfaced bit by bit.

Qi Yuan's eyes were calm.

"So, above the fifth stage of Yang God is the sixth stage."

"The cycle is just the beginning of reincarnation."

At this moment, Qi Yuan waved his hand, and a jade slip fell into his palm.

This jade slip was the game jade slip.

"So this jade slip has a name, 'Jing Jing'? No... there's also a part of San Sheng in it. It's a bit brainy now."

The game jade slip, also known as "Stillness," had been taken by San Sheng.

Later, San Sheng was killed by Wu Shi.

A part of San Sheng merged into the Sword of Forgetting, while another part entered the game jade slip, combining with "Stillness" to form the game jade slip.

"So, this game jade slip is a part of me."

"Ah, my head feels a bit dizzy."

"Am I San Sheng's future?"

"Or is San Sheng a part of me?"

Qi Yuan muttered.

Although he was very intelligent, he didn't like to overthink.

Thinking was reserved for crafting grand plans.

"None of this matters."

After a moment, Qi Yuan understood something.

For "Stillness," time did not exist.

Past, present, and future were all frozen at a single point.

For San Sheng, who sought to master reincarnation, causality did not exist.

He created history, edited history, or rather...

Qi Yuan was an observer.

If he did not observe a certain period of history, then... that history might not truly exist.

Just as an ant does not know Qi Yuan.

To the ant, Qi Yuan is an illusion, not truly existing.

And that period of history, to Qi Yuan, is like Qi Yuan to the ant.

"The reason San Sheng failed in reincarnation is that... he lacked the Netherworld."

"Without the Netherworld, how can there be reincarnation?"

This is common knowledge for people on Blue Star.

The Netherworld is an indispensable part of reincarnation.

San Sheng suffered from a lack of education.

Although San Sheng was created by Qi Yuan's Three Pure Methods, possessing immense talent, intelligence, and good looks.

Qi Yuan, as the original, believed he was no less than San Sheng.

After all, he had a bachelor's degree, while San Sheng did not.

He also had property deeds, marriage certificates, and even a mental health certificate—things San Sheng lacked.

"Indeed, San Sheng never underwent the nine years of compulsory education, which is why he failed in reincarnation."

"I'm different. I already have the Netherworld. Achieving reincarnation will be a breeze."

"I have the Netherworld, the Ten Yama Kings, and all that. The only thing missing is the River of Forgetfulness."

"Wait, where did my river go?"

"The Star River? The Milky Way?"

"No, the Cosmic River!"

The Cosmic River, capable of reviving beings from the universe, resembled the River of Forgetfulness that Qi Yuan had lost.

"Now, I have overcome the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations."

Qi Yuan felt his strength.

He was still far from the peak of San Sheng's power.

But he had already overcome the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations, making him exceptionally powerful. With the Sword of Forgetting, he was invincible below the sixth stage of Yang God.

Even against a sixth-stage Yang God, with the Sword of Forgetting, he dared to confront them.

Moreover, once he achieved reincarnation, his power would instantly surpass the peak of San Sheng's strength.

"Feng Ye, how long have I been in seclusion?"

At this moment, Qi Yuan asked.

Of course, he could sense the information particles to find out.

But he was lazy.

"Your Highness, you've emerged from seclusion?"

"Your Highness, you've been in seclusion for three thousand years!"

Feng Ye replied respectfully.

"Three thousand years? That long? Tsk, my strength has only improved this much."

Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

As the saying goes, time is money. He had lost a fortune.

"During these three thousand years, has anything significant happened?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Your Highness, Hei Tian Divine Lord once sought you out, but you were in seclusion," Feng Ye answered carefully, slowing his speech. "Hei Tian Divine Lord said that the debt he owed you is now settled."