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Chapter 160: Golden Core Edict
Chapter 160: Golden Core Edict
For the next month, Lv Yang remained at the Holy Sect.
The prolonged stay eventually led him to settle on Heaven-Mending Peak. Whether engaging in Dao discussions with Lady Ruoxiang or listening to Chen Shuqian’s xiao melodies, he embraced a life brimming with refined pleasures.
Of course, these were mere distractions.
Lv Yang’s physique was as unyielding as steel, his Dao heart impervious as iron. Trivial sentimental attachments couldn’t sway his resolve. Most of his time was spent immersed in studying the Dao tome in his possession.
“The Golden Core Edict… What a remarkable text!”
Authored by the True Monarch known as the Lofty Sky Obscuring Sun, this cultivator had forged a Golden Core to achieve the Great Forest Wood constitution—a feat that paradoxically cemented his legacy as the Holy Sect’s most disgraced True Monarch.
Not because of cruelty, but precisely the opposite: his virtue. During his reign, he’d harbored no malice, even maintaining cordial ties with the Sword Pavilion, Dao Court, and Pure Land. His connections spanned the cultivation world.
“It’s hard to believe, yet strangely understandable. Who else would write The Golden Core Edict, a text explicitly teaching others to seize celestial positions? Was he so confident he’d never face competition in his Reincarnation? Perhaps being virtuous was his fatal flaw.”
Lv Yang, for one, would never take such a reckless path.
The Fortune Immortal was a cautionary tale—a once-mighty True Monarch now shackled beneath Chongguang True Man, his reincarnated successor. The humiliation was unbearable.
Shaking off the stray thoughts, Lv Yang refocused.
A month’s study had proven invaluable. The Golden Core Edict illuminated the precise methodology for ascending to Foundation Building’s Celestial Seat.
“Even a ten-thousand-foot tower begins at ground level.”
To seize a celestial position, foundational work during Foundation Building’s early stage was critical. Errors here were irreversible once reaching the mid-stage.
From a True Monarch’s perspective, the text dissected celestial positions, the Ten Celestial Vanguard, and Twelve Terrestrial Sha. It categorized their elemental affinities, clarifying their symbolic essences through the Five Elements.
“My path in this life leads to the Citadel Earth.”
What defined the Citadel Earth?
“The Celestial Pole Position claims Zhuoyong and Tuwei, while the Terrestrial Sha Position embraces Shetige and Danchan. When these four harmonize, the great Dao manifests, giving rise to the Citadel Earth.”
Though widely known, the principle remained obscure—until the Golden Core Edict clarified it:
“In the Celestial Pole, Zhuoyong embodies Yang Earth, Tuwei Yin Earth. In the Terrestrial Sha, Shetige is Yang Wood, Danchan Yin Wood. Where Yin-Yang Earth and Wood converge… there lies the Citadel Earth.”
Clutching the text, Lv Yang solidified his first step: “I seek the Celestial Vanguard’s Zhuoyong essence.”
Zhuoyong, Yang Earth, also known as “Wu Metal.” This Celestial Vanguard manifested as mist in the heavens and mountains on earth—a primordial force that, post-creation, bore the weight of all existence. The epitome of terrestrial power.
In theory, simple. In practice, infinitely complex.
The Ten Celestial Vanguard and Twelve Terrestrial Sha interwove inseparably. Even Wu Earth Qi would shift when merging with the Terrestrial Sha.
“For me, the ideal Wu Earth Qi must harmonize with either Shetige or Danchan. Anything else strays from the Citadel Earth’s essence.”
Yet hidden dangers lurked.
“Wu Earth Qi fused with Shetige births the Divine Ability Embrace Mountain—a supreme Yang Wood-Earth union capable of balancing Qi and stabilizing heaven and earth.”
“But combining Wu Earth with Danchan?” The text warned bluntly: “Self-destruction. Yin Wood consumes Yang Earth—courting annihilation.”
In short, reckless fusion meant death.
“Damn it, what a minefield!”
Lv Yang snapped the tome shut, cursing. Without a True Monarch’s guidance, who’d dare speculate so deeply? A lone cultivator would seize any celestial-terrestrial conjunction they stumbled upon, heedless of peril.
“No wonder only Foundation Building’s late-stage cultivators earn the True Man title. Either they’re blessed with cosmic luck or inherit supreme sect teachings.”
Fate favored the former; doctrine guided the latter.
With a sigh, he nudged Lady Ruoxiang aside, donned his robes, and exited the meditation chamber. Thirty days had passed—his preparations complete.
The Subduing Dragon Arhat’s demise and Heaven-Mending Peak’s master’s sudden death left him unthreatened. Fortune’s guidance beckoned him toward his destined opportunity.
Yet as he stepped outside, Lv Yang’s brow lifted.
He tilted his head skyward, lips curling. “Which cultivation brother graces me at this hour? Why skulk in shadows when a direct meeting is better?”
The night breeze stirred, carrying his words.
The intruder, sensing Lv Yang’s unwavering gaze, confirmed his discovery.
“Hah! Truly Yuan Tu, the Slaughter!”
A second’s pause, then an Array Art materialized, encasing them both. The barrier severed external interference—flawless execution.
Lv Yang’s eyes narrowed. A veteran’s instinct—block all information leaks. This wasn’t the intruder’s first rodeo.
A figure emerged from the shadows: a black-robed man of refined features, his smile unruffled.
“I am Wu Cang. Greetings, Yuan Tu, the Slaughter.”
Lv Yang bowed. His mind raced—Wu Cang, former solitary cultivator, Foundation Building stage. Reincarnated, joined the Holy Sect, breakthrough to mid-stage Foundation Building. Now a legitimate Holy Sect True Man.
“To what do I owe this visit?”
Wu Cang’s smile widened. “I’ve heard you claimed a True Monarch’s handwritten tome from Holy Flame Cliff.”
Lv Yang’s confirmation was curt. “And you seek to borrow it? Name your price.”
“Alas, my funds are meager. But I’ll gladly borrow it on credit.”
The words hung, then Lv Yang’s smile faded.
Credit? In the Holy Sect, where True Men clashed—this charade of “credit” was laughable.
“So you’d rather force the issue?” Lv Yang’s voice chilled.
Wu Cang scoffed. He knew Yuan Tu’s reputation for Karmic scheming. But tonight? No time for traps.
“Blame your own greed. A Foundation Building novice seizing Heaven-Mending Peak, hoarding a True Monarch’s text… Allow me to teach you humility.”
With a step forward, his mid-stage Foundation Building pressure descended like a mountain.
“Yield the tome now… or suffer first.”
Lv Yang, however, chuckled. “If I’m right, brother—you’ve only integrated a single Divine Ability.”
His gaze, sharp and covetous, roamed Wu Cang.
Unease prickled Wu Cang’s spine. “What do you—?”
“Your cultivation is… impressive.” Lv Yang’s hand dropped, Avici Sword flashing into his grip.
“A True Monarch’s tome? Let’s trade—your life’s work… for your life.”
(End of Chapter)
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