Gold Core Is A Star, You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 120: Am I Ugly? Why Won't You Come See Me?

Shang Yanran's statement was the most reasonable and logical.

Even though Blood Lord was trapped in the Demon Realm, consumed by his inner demons and transformed into a giant demon, he still retained a trace of humanity. He chose to isolate himself from the world and not bring calamity upon the people.

Everyone present was moved by Blood Lord's admiration, reaching a new level.

Even the Great Buddha couldn't achieve it, but Blood Lord could.

"No!" Canary looked at the Gate of Myriad Differences, wanting to go, but she couldn't make any progress. "I don't want Blood Beads to sever his lifeblood!"

She was originally a carefree canary on Jiupan Mountain.

How could she bear the separation of the mortal world?

The person she was parting with was her childhood sweetheart.

"Is there any way to save Blood Beads?" Canary turned her head and looked at Shang Yanran, her face filled with a pleading expression. "Please, I beg you."

Shang Yanran seemed to have thought of something, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes. "Now that Blood Lord has severed his lifeblood, the Blood Demon will dissipate... I have a method that might save him.

But... the one saved might become a Blood Demon."

Everyone present fell silent.

Bai Ze's face was complicated, and he finally said, "If saving him means turning him into a terrifying Blood Demon, wouldn't that contradict the wishes of our mentor?

Is there no other way?"

Shang Yanran said, "Our mentor has already severed his lifeblood. The Blood Demon that is saved will not be a true terrifying Blood Demon, but an ordinary inner demon."

"Save him!" Nangong Dagou said firmly.

"Save him!" Foolish Daoist, who was always silent, also spoke up.

"Our mentor passed on his teachings to save my life. Today, I will also do something for my mentor!" Qi Yuan said.

Upon hearing these resolute words, a sorrowful smile appeared on Shang Yanran's face.

Will the mentor saved in this way still be a Blood Demon, or will he still be the mentor?

In the end, these people chose to save him.

"This method is recorded on the Fate Stone Tablet. I thought I would never need to use it, but... today, we will use it." Shang Yanran took out the Fate Stone Tablet.

After obtaining the Fate Stone Tablet, although it was too late to save the mentor, she still didn't give up on using it to rescue Blood Lord.

One of the records on it stated that if Blood Lord severed his lifeblood and cut off ties with the demonic realm, there might be a glimmer of hope to save him.

"In the Gate of Myriad Differences, there is a door called... the Door of Myriad Demons.

The Door of Myriad Demons and the Gate of Myriad Differences are not in the same space.

However, in a certain sense, they are connected.

If someone enters it, they might be able to see Blood Lord.

If they call out and transmit their true essence, they might be able to awaken Blood Lord."

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

By entering the Door of Myriad Demons and awakening Blood Lord who severed his lifeblood, they could transmit their true essence.

"No problem," Nangong Dagou said.

Canary's face was filled with excitement as she looked at the Gate of Myriad Differences. She remembered what Blood Beads had said, and her gaze became resolute. "Blood Beads..."

Shang Yanran continued, "However... entering the Door of Myriad Demons will incur the curse of the Myriad Demons, enduring endless pain.

This pain might not compare to the torment of the Myriad Demons tearing at you, but it is still extraordinary and beyond what an ordinary person can bear.

Not only that, after the curse of the Myriad Demons, you might become extremely ugly and detested by heaven and earth.

Any living being who sees you will feel disgust and want to kill you!

Even the closest person, the most intimate lover, will detest and want to kill you!

Even the chaotic inner demons will detest this ugliness."

As Shang Yanran spoke, she deliberately looked at Canary.

Canary loved beauty the most, and everyone present knew this fact.

Entering the Door of Myriad Demons would make them extremely ugly.

That ugliness was a rule and couldn't be changed.

"How do we enter the Door of Myriad Demons?" Canary seemed to not have heard Shang Yanran's words and asked.

Foolish Daoist smiled, "Just a stinky sack of skin."

Nangong Dagou gritted his teeth, "Even if the name doesn't sound good, I'll have to become ugly in the future. Pity my handsome face."

Bai Ze also said, "I'll go too."

Among the fourteen people present, except for Shang Yanran, no one hesitated and was willing to enter the Door of Myriad Demons.

Shang Yanran said, "Husband, you can't go. Your cultivation is second only to mine. You need to open the Door of Myriad Demons with me and send them in!"

Bai Ze's expression changed and changed again upon hearing this, and finally said, "Alright."

Canary looked at the Gate of Myriad Differences, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Blood Beads... After I become ugly, will you still hate me?

...

Time went back fifteen minutes.

Inside the Gate of Myriad Differences.

Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

Almost his entire body had already completely transformed into an inner demon.

He had refined the source of sin into a Divine Ability, and his divine soul had also completely transformed into an inner demon.

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

However, he was not panicked at all.

Instead, he showed a puzzled expression and muttered to himself.

"What is my trump card?"

"Why did I choose to enter the Gate of Myriad Differences?"

"Why did I refine the source of sin into a Divine Ability?"

"How strange, why can't I remember?"

As his body rapidly transformed into a demonic state, Qi Yuan remained calm and composed.

"Oh dear, I've been practicing the Qi Yuan Scripture too much, and my memory has deteriorated. In such a critical moment, I have forgotten my trump card, the path I wanted to take!"

Qi Yuan vaguely remembered that initially, he didn't intend to cultivate the Divine Ability of mastering the demonic heart in the illusory realm.

However, it seemed that he thought of something and decided to practice it.

"No way, did I fail in the game because of my poor memory?"

If that were the case, it would be too absurd.

It would be like someone with poor memory trying to cultivate immortality but constantly forgetting the Immortal Law formulas, rendering their innate talent useless.

"That's not right..."

Suddenly, Qi Yuan paused.

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

"I remember what my path is!"

"No, I forgot again."

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yuan's eyes burst with brilliance.

"I have comprehended it!"

He didn't remember, nor could he remember, but he comprehended it.

The biggest problem with the Qi Yuan Scripture was that it caused mental confusion and poor memory.

Qi Yuan had always believed that his mind was normal.

But the poor memory was indeed real.

Forgetting... was his path, his essence, his Origin Divine Ability.

The pain that hurt him, unbearable, forget!

The tragedy that saddened him, difficult to accept, forget!

By forgetting the pain, it wouldn't be painful anymore.

By forgetting that this is a real world and treating it as a game world, the wounds inflicted by the world wouldn't be so real.

Qi Yuan had always practiced forgetting.

Forgetting was both an escape and not an escape.

For some things, it's better to forget.

"In one night, I comprehend my path and forget others and myself!"

This was Qi Yuan's Origin Divine Ability.

The Great Forgetting Scripture!

At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

He forgot that he entered the Gate of Myriad Differences.

He forgot that he condensed the source of sin into a Divine Ability.

He forgot that he devoured all the demonic hearts and became a blood demon.

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

His figure also changed at this moment.

It seemed that because he forgot, everything in Qi Yuan's mind had not happened.

"Dao Lord has forgotten!"

"Hahaha!"

The body that was originally transforming into a demonic state dissipated at this moment, as if time had returned to just before he entered.

The eyes of the mummified corpse revealed a shocked expression, "What are you doing? How can you... become human again?

What kind of Divine Ability is this? Time reversal, impossible! How can such an Origin Divine Ability appear in you?"

With the mummified corpse's knowledge, he could only attribute the scene before him to a time and space Divine Ability.

But how could a mere beginner in the Five Realms comprehend such an Origin Divine Ability?

It was simply impossible.

"Time reversal?" Qi Yuan was surprised, "This is not time reversal."

"Then what is this?" the mummified corpse asked angrily.

"I also forgot what Divine Ability this is," Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

"You..." the mummified corpse was furious.

"Oh... who are you?" Qi Yuan looked at the mummified corpse on his back, "Does this mummified corpse even exist here? No, it seems like it doesn't exist."

"No..." Fear appeared on the mummified corpse's face for the first time.

Because of Qi Yuan's thoughts, he suddenly realized that his body was gradually becoming transparent, as if dissipating in this world.

He was a demonic heart, he wouldn't disappear, only merge with other demonic hearts.

But now, he was truly disappearing.

"Who are you..." the mummified corpse roared, "You have already condensed an Origin Divine Ability, why can you still condense a second Origin Divine Ability?"

He couldn't understand, completely couldn't understand.

The Buddhist country he came from was also a Great World, filled with powerful beings.

Even the supreme Buddhist disciples couldn't condense two Origin Divine Abilities.

"What? I already have an Origin Divine Ability? Why don't I remember? This is my true Origin Divine Ability."

The embryonic form of the Great Forgetting Scripture took shape at this moment.

"The bodhi tree is originally not a tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand.

Originally, there is not a single thing, where can dust be stirred?"

Qi Yuan pondered.

"The demonic heart... never existed!"

"I... forgot about all of you!"

"No, you never existed in the first place!"

With Qi Yuan's thoughts, the dried corpses finally became completely transparent and disappeared.

Within the Gate of Myriad Differences, the originally countless fierce demons showed expressions of fear. Their figures gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared.

In the vast Gate of Myriad Differences, the Demon Realm was empty, devoid of any demons.

Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

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

A look of confusion and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

He felt that something important was slowly disappearing.

In the vastness of the world, within the Gate of Myriad Differences, among the thousands of steps, a man in a red robe sat there, frowning and contemplating something.

To forget others, and to forget oneself.

This is the limit of forgetting.

His figure also gradually became transparent.

As if he was also going to forget himself.

At this moment, the heavenly calamity emerged.

But Qi Yuan had long forgotten.

He forgot who he was.

He forgot where he came from.

He forgot where he was going.

He sat motionless in the Gate of Myriad Differences.

He seemed to want to forget everyone, as if everyone was going to forget him.

He also wanted to forget himself.

Suddenly, the motionless blood-colored robe moved: "Who am I?"

A hint of color flashed in his eyes, and finally disappeared, returning to the handsome man sitting on the steps in the blood robe.

Time passed between his fingers, and he still sat in place, not waking up for many years.

The empty Gate of Myriad Differences was silent, with no colors except for him.

As if this world was also going to forget him.

Suddenly, a beam of light entered, and an eager voice came: "Blood Pearl! Blood Pearl!"

The blood-colored robe still closed his eyes, motionless.

"Blood Pearl, I have come to see you personally. Why don't you come and greet me... cough cough."

Blood flowed, and terrifying patterns spread on the girl's face.

She stood in the empty Gate of Myriad Differences, reaching out towards the blood-red figure.

"Blood Pearl, Blood Pearl!"

The girl walked forward, and ahead was an abyss.

An urgent voice came: "Canary, don't go forward. Senior Sister Yanran said that this is the limit. If you go further, you will suffer the same pain as the Gate of Myriad Differences!"

The canary seemed to not hear, she tried to get closer to that figure, wanting to wake him up.

She took a step forward, and a bone-piercing pain struck her. She smiled bitterly, "Blood Pearl, is this the pain you endure? I can feel it too."

The canary covered her face, and a "demon" character appeared on her face like a snake spreading.

She didn't want Blood Pearl to wake up and see her like this.

She walked forward, one hand covering her face, shouting, "Blood Pearl, you said you would find me at the end of time!"

"You can't do it. I have come to find you myself!"

An empty world, an empty heart.

In the heavenly calamity, Qi Yuan in the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra couldn't see or hear anything.

Because this level of Origin Divine Ability is simply impossible for any cultivator to possess.

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

But... after stepping into Foundation Building, Qi Yuan's ears could hear some inexplicable whispers.

This kind of hearing even broke through the blockade of the heavenly calamity.

Suddenly, the blood-red robe opened his eyes.

"Blood Pearl?"

"Who is this?"

"Who is calling?"

He looked over and seemed to see a girl covered in scars through the Gate of Myriad Differences.

For some reason, his heart ached inexplicably.

[Canary, your childhood sweetheart, you dote on her.]

"Childhood sweetheart?"

Qi Yuan's consciousness became somewhat blurred.

He looked at himself.

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

Now, you are going through the heavenly calamity.

Your Origin Divine Ability is too powerful, and the heavens do not want you to exist in this world.]

"I am Qi Yuan?"

Qi Yuan's mind instantly became clear.

The heavenly calamity also dissipated at this moment.

The Origin Divine Ability, the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra, was complete!

At this moment, a special symbol also condensed in the heavens and earth. Qi Yuan looked at that symbol, which floated towards the Gate of Myriad Differences and imprinted itself on the door.

Qi Yuan looked at the Gate of Myriad Differences. On the door, it was like a collection of chapters, densely packed with strange symbols.

Now, there was an additional symbol left by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan couldn't be bothered to look at the symbols on the Gate of Myriad Differences. His gaze turned towards the abyss, and through the abyss, he saw that ethereal figure.

He couldn't see the person's face clearly, only the general outline, but he knew who it was.

"The Great Forgetting Heart Sutra is about forgetting."

"The Canary does not forget."

"To not want to forget is to not forget."

"Forgetting and not forgetting."

"Forget this world, but not the Canary."

Qi Yuan had something on his mind.

"The comprehension is over... Should I leave now?"

Qi Yuan had a feeling that the Gate of Myriad Differences would soon disappear, and he would return to the mortal world.

He gained a lot from this comprehension.

Two types of Origin Divine Ability.

The first one is the Domination of Illusory Realm, which stirs up inner demons when the Divine Ability is used.

The second one is the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra.

To forget is the Dao.

With the successful comprehension of the origin, he should leave this realm as he did in the previous times.

And this time, perhaps it would be his last time comprehending the origin.

In other words, he would not be able to go back to the past, nor would he be able to see the Canary again, or those who awakened him.

He didn't know what price those people paid.

But he knew it must have been extremely difficult to bear.

"Canary..."

"We have been separated... for tens of thousands of years."

"When we meet again... I'm afraid it will be dust to dust, earth to earth?"

Qi Yuan naturally didn't want that.

Time, destiny... These would eventually be conquered by him!

At this moment, a dark spot suddenly appeared in Qi Yuan's hand.

This was the most precious ability he gained from entering the Gate of Myriad Differences.

The power of reincarnation!

It is rumored that only the Yin God can enter the cycle of reincarnation.

There is also a certain probability that a portion of the Violet Palace can enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"You awakened me, so I will bestow upon you the power of reincarnation!"

"I hope that in the next cycle, we can still meet!"

...

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

"I seem to have forgotten something just now."

She covered her chest, her eyes filled with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the top of Seven Colour Peak, as if it was approaching the peak.

The thunder was unremarkable, just like an ordinary thunderbolt.

On top of the white jade palace on the peak, a cold white light shot up into the sky and collided with the thunder, eventually disappearing.

Jiang Lingsu's eyes showed a strange expression. "This thunder... is it Heavenly Thunder?"

Was it the Master who made a move just now?

It's a pity, it was too fast, and I couldn't see the Master's true strength at all."

Her gaze turned to the nearby wooden house.

Inside the wooden house, it was quiet, without any sound.

"Could Senior Brother be playing games again?"

"If he plays for a few decades here, I'm afraid Divine Light Sect won't be able to find him!" Jiang Lingsu didn't think much and continued to cultivate.

...

At the ends of the earth.

It has been hundreds of years since the last appearance of the Gate of Myriad Differences.

Now, the ends of the earth are also empty.

There are few people here.

The Gate of Myriad Differences has long disappeared, and there is a wooden house on the seaside boulder.

Facing the sea, but not blooming in spring.

The ancient mirror on the dressing table has long been cracked, and the broken mirror reflects a flawless face.

The left side of the face is covered by a black veil.

The girl's hand trembled, unable to hold the eyebrow pencil steady. She couldn't even do a simple makeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror, seemingly earnestly trying to dress herself up.

Suddenly, a stone smashed through the window and fell into the room.

A seagull flew away disdainfully.

The pen in the girl's hand fell, and her voice sounded with a sob, "I'm so stupid, I can't even do my makeup properly, so... ugly!"

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

After who knows how long, she finally finished her makeup.

She looked at the place where the Gate of Myriad Differences disappeared and said with a hint of grievance in her voice, "Am I very ugly? Why don't you come to see me?"

PS: Sometimes, for the sake of the plot, there may be a little bit of minor suffering in the beginning, but rest assured, I will control the extent, and it will be pure and refreshing later. The suffering won't last forever!

Thanks to the God of No Tears for the repeated rewards; thanks to the earth-shattering love of the rural love, and the reward from reader 202103017402701622!

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