Chapter 375
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Chapter 375: Ruthless Golden Core
Murong Wuqing had actually broken through to the Golden Core stage at this critical moment.
Since childhood, Murong Wuqing had displayed extraordinary talent, cultivating at an astonishing pace. Yet as his cultivation level rose, he realized that advancing too quickly would leave his foundation unstable, posing grave risks when pursuing higher realms later. Thus, at thirteen, he chose to dissolve all his cultivation and start anew. Most crucially, each time he sought to ascend a realm, he thrust himself into life-threatening situations, forcing his potential to its limit to break through. This method had never failed him.
Now, facing Sage Huo Yun’s lethal strike, he harnessed the overwhelming pressure to achieve the Golden Core stage.
A golden halo flickered at his brow, rapidly condensing into a sphere resembling a golden pearl that emitted a gentle radiance.
The Golden Core had formed!
Sage Huo Yun gaped in disbelief. Though he hailed from the prestigious Xuan Yuan Sect of the Great Qin Empire, he’d never witnessed someone breaking through to the Golden Core stage under such dire circumstances—such feats were only recorded in ancient sect texts from millennia past.
Any cultivator who could unlock their potential under mortal peril undoubtedly possessed talent far surpassing even genius disciples. So long as they survived, such individuals would inevitably reach the Nascent Soul stage or beyond.
"He must die!"
The thought surged through Sage Huo Yun’s mind. A primal instinct warned that sparing Murong Wuqing would unleash calamity upon the Xuan Yuan Sect.
Ye Yun staggered to his feet while Shui Qingxuan limped toward him and Su Hao. Their gazes fixed on Murong Wuqing, brimming with hope.
"That young fellow Murong Wuqing actually reached the Golden Core stage! He never falters in dire moments," Elder Seven remarked, admiration gleaming in his eyes.
"Wuqing is the most gifted genius the Heavenly Sword Sect has seen in a millennium. He discarded all emotions, dedicating himself wholly to cultivation. Now that he’s reached the Golden Core stage, his combat power likely rivals the Fifth Level of the Golden Core stage," Su Hao said, awe coloring his tone.
"True. His aura already dwarfs mine—unbelievable," Elder Seven agreed.
Ye Yun regarded Murong Wuqing with reverence. Here was a true genius, a model practitioner. Compared to him, Ye Yun felt utterly inadequate.
"It’s futile. Even as a Golden Core cultivator, Wuqing cannot defeat Sage Huo Yun," Shui Qingxuan murmured softly.
The others understood her reasoning. Sage Huo Yun had survived the heavenly tribulation and belonged to the mighty Xuan Yuan Sect. If resolved to fight to the death, he could temporarily regain his peak power, even at the cost of his future cultivation.
Should Sage Huo Yun recover his full strength, Murong Wuqing stood no chance. And once Murong Wuqing fell, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect would burn under the sage’s wrath.
What could they do?
Exchanging helpless glances, they found no answers.
"I have a plan," Yan Changchun rasped, struggling upright despite severe injuries.
"What plan?" Su Hao and Elder Seven demanded simultaneously.
Yan Changchun hesitated, then declared grimly, "Preserve the ember."
"What ember?" Su Hao frowned.
"After today, the Heavenly Sword Sect will vanish from the Jin Kingdom. We cannot escape our fate, but we can follow our ancestors’ example—pass on our legacy."
"You mean transferring our cultivation to Ye Yun?"
With everyone gravely wounded and Shui Qingxuan unable to practice human techniques as the Demon Race’s holy woman, Ye Yun remained their only option. By channeling their power into him and detonating their Golden Cores, they could blast him thousands of miles away—preserving a spark for the sect’s eventual resurgence.
Su Hao and Elder Seven inhaled deeply, turning to Ye Yun.
"Not yet," Shui Qingxuan interjected calmly before Ye Yun could respond.
"Qingxuan, what are you planning?" Su Hao asked urgently, sensing danger.
Shui Qingxuan smiled tenderly and beckoned behind her. "Ling’er, come here."
Su Ling rushed forward, having longed to approach earlier but restrained by Su Yinxue under Su Hao’s orders.
"Ling’er, you know now—you carry the Demon Race Bloodline. As the Spirit Demon Race’s holy woman, I passed this heritage to you. If I fail to master the Great Demon Divine Art, you’ll become their next holy woman," Shui Qingxuan explained, caressing her daughter’s cheek.
"Mother, summon the Spirit Demon Race’s experts!" Su Ling pleaded through tears.
"The holy woman cannot wed. If they learn of your existence, they’ll kill us all and take you. They’d reshape your mind with their secrets, making you their puppet." Shui Qingxuan embraced her daughter.
"What do we do?" Su Ling’s tears fell freely.
Shui Qingxuan pressed her forehead to Su Ling’s. "Fear not. Mother’s here."
A golden-blue light blossomed between their brows, coalescing into a mark that sank into Su Ling’s forehead.
"Remember this: After today, never seek me. Flee with your father, live as mortals for ten years, and hide your powers."
Suddenly, Shui Qingxuan stiffened. Sage Huo Yun’s aura had surged anew, the colossal Demon Shadow reemerging behind him—Three Heads and Six Arms, transformed into a demonic warrior.
"Unfeeling Heavenly Sword, Cycle of Ten Thousand Paths!"
Murong Wuqing’s voice boomed like temple bells as a colossal heavenly sword materialized above him, driving slowly toward the looming Demon Shadow.
