Great Wisdom True Lord looked at Qi Yuan. "Since you don't want to shatter your own Golden Core, why not shatter someone else's Golden Core and form your own Divine Infant?"
Qi Yuan swept his gaze over everyone present before finally saying bitterly, "Their Golden Cores are too weak. I don't think much of them."
The moment those words fell, the expressions of several prides present changed slightly.
"Lu is unworthy, yet I condensed an Earth Grade Golden Core from ten thousand years of Mystic Yin Baleful Intent. Once my Golden Core emerges, everything within three miles turns Mystic Yin. May I ask, Fellow Daoist, is this Golden Core weak?" one pride could not help saying.
The singers aboard the flower boat all revealed envious expressions upon hearing this.
For ordinary cultivators, simply forming a Golden Core was cause for celebration.
Most Golden Cores formed were between Ninth Grade and First Grade.
Those capable of forming Mystic Grade, Earth Grade, or Heaven Grade Golden Cores were one in a hundred million.
There were far more than a billion living beings across the hundred nations.
Yet aside from Qi Yuan, the highest was Kang Fulu's First Grade Golden Core.
Qi Yuan glanced at that pride and said with a face full of regret, "Weak."
Three miles turned into Mystic Yin?
What the hell was that supposed to be!
Back when he was in the Qi Refinement stage, he could have chopped it to death with a Kitchen Knife.
"And what sort of Golden Core did you form? Take it out and let us see," that pride sneered.
Qi Yuan shook his head. "I'm afraid that if I take it out, all of you will die."
A Star Golden Core was not something one could summon whenever one pleased.
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