Chapter 365
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Chapter 365: Golden Core Transmission
The Golden Core transmission was a rare event seen once in a thousand years. Normally, Golden Core stage experts either fell to powerful enemies or exhausted their lifespan.
In either case, the Golden Core’s integrity couldn’t be preserved. When hunted by foes, they’d unleash all power, shattering the Golden Core into devastating attacks. If their lifespan ended, the Golden Core would crumble anyway, its energy drained dry. Attempting a reverse infusion would be futile.
Yet here, three late-stage Golden Core experts performed the Golden Core transmission simultaneously, pouring near-intact Golden Core power into juniors without regard for their capacity to endure.
Golden Core power flooded into the three disciples. Golden light shimmered above their heads, enveloping all six. Elder Jin and Elder Gong stood guard, blocking Sage Huo Yun’s path.
Sage Huo Yun, seemingly drained from earlier battles, merely glanced at them before closing his eyes to meditate.
Ye Yun watched, stunned. He’d never imagined events would unfold this way. How he wished both sides would cripple each other!
"Master, how long will this Golden Core transmission take? Can Duan Chenfeng and the others withstand it?" Ye Yun frowned, worry etched on his face.
Elder Seven shook his head. "Though not unheard of, Golden Core transmission hasn’t been performed in centuries. The Golden Core holds vast spiritual energy and fragments of heaven’s laws. One misstep, and wild strength could tear their bodies apart—instant death and spirit dispersion."
"True," Su Hao added quietly. "Du Jianyin and the Sect Leader might endure, but Duan Chenfeng’s physique is too weak. He won’t last long."
"What can we do?" Ye Yun pressed urgently.
"Fate decides," Elder Seven replied grimly.
Ye Yun’s anxiety spiked. If this continued, Duan Chenfeng’s body might rupture before anyone could intervene.
"Relax. These youngsters know nothing. Golden Core transmission was common millennia ago. Elders nearing death often transferred their power to disciples, creating sect guardians."
The Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice echoed in Ye Yun’s mind.
"Explain!" Ye Yun demanded. "Forget rarity—what if they can’t endure?"
"Endure? There are two methods. Forced infusion temporarily boosts power to Golden Core level—lasts only an incense stick’s time. The second method dissolves the recipient’s true qi first, then gradually replaces it with Golden Core power while tempering their body. Successful completion grants full Golden Core cultivation and combat power."
"The second takes longer?"
"Naturally—half a month usually. But these three lack time. If Sage Huo Yun recovers within an hour, he’ll interrupt them, causing instant death."
"Then what?"
"The second method allows stopping anytime. Partial infusion still works. Once stopped, the Golden Core shatters, its power vanishing quickly. They’ve made their choice."
"So Brother Duan can survive?"
"Of course. Gradual infusion minimizes risk. They’ll just gain fewer benefits."
Ye Yun exhaled, tension easing.
"Don’t celebrate. Golden Core transmission taints their path. Reaching peak Golden Core becomes harder—future breakthroughs face hundredfold difficulty compared to natural cultivators."
"Why?"
"They inherit laws they didn’t comprehend. Their Golden Core-derived true qi will clash with self-cultivated qi later. Harmless normally, but during the seventh-level Golden Core heavenly tribulation? Colliding energies breed Mental Demons. Total failure."
Ye Yun’s half-formed smile froze.
"Still, most never form Golden Cores. Reaching late Golden Core satisfies them—they’d never consider tribulations before the pill has broken and they’re reborn."
Ye Yun sighed. Across the lands, countless cultivators existed. How many achieved Golden Core? Transmissions offered instant power, longevity, status—why refuse?
"If you ever get such an offer, decline. With your talent, Golden Core is inevitable. After we secure the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Secret Vault in the Great Qin Empire, you’ll breeze through tribulations. Your future’s boundless."
Ye Yun smiled. "I know. Cultivation defies heaven itself. Others’ power means nothing."
"Exactly! True cultivation requires forging your own path through heaven’s laws. Only then can you reach eternity." The Ancestor chuckled approvingly.
Ye Yun gazed at the three golden spheres enveloping six figures. Duan Chenfeng’s cultivation would likely stall at sixth-level Golden Core—seventh-level tribulation impossible.
Du Jianyin was worse. That arrogant sword prodigy, having grasped slivers of Sword Path truth, now threw it all away. A tragic waste.
But choices defined paths. Once Du Jianyin accepted this shortcut, he’d cease being Ye Yun’s rival. Soon, Ye Yun would leave him far behind.
A voice erupted from one golden sphere:
"Jianyin! Stop resisting! Accept the Golden Core’s baptism!" Du Hua Sheng barked.
"Master, I want the Core’s heavenly laws—not your true qi! Infusing qi would waste my talent!" Du Jianyin retorted.
"Strengthen your body first to bear heaven’s laws!"
"My body’s sufficient! I’ll take only laws—no qi! I’ve Sword Path truth already. Merge it with heaven’s laws, and I’ll roam the world unchained!"
"Fool! My qi won’t affect your Sword Path!" Du Hua Sheng roared. His plan—passing full power to maintain Du family’s glory—was crumbling.
"Then I apologize."
A sword arc slashed upward from their golden sphere, piercing the sky.
"Traitor!" Du Hua Sheng thundered.
*Crack!*
Golden light shattered. A figure shot out, spinning midair before streaking westward on a great sword.
"The laws are memorized. Give your qi to others!"
Du Jianyin’s voice echoed as he vanished.
Sage Huo Yun’s eyes snapped open, gleaming.
"You old fools still plot body-seizing through Golden Core transmission?"
He crossed a hundred zhang instantly, looming over the remaining golden spheres.
