My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 402: I Am the Great Calamity, Who Dares to Defeat Me?

On May 16th, light rain fell on Feng Tian Domain, but a blood-red light streaked across the sky with unstoppable force, heading toward the Central Heavenly Domain.

Many people in cultivation sects, aristocratic families, and hidden sects were startled awake.

They looked up at the sky. Even with the sharp vision of cultivators, they could not make out the figure behind the blood-red light.

However, wherever the blood-red light passed, the sky was painted crimson.

The sunlight, filtering through the blood-red sky, also turned blood-red.

Countless cultivators referred to this phenomenon as The Blood Sun Slaughters the Heavens.

“Qi Yuan is the Blood-Clad Sword God. It seems he’s about to start confronting the Great Calamity!” one Yin God trembled as they spoke.

Three days were far too short for a Yin God to react.

The Blood-Clad Sword God was truly an anomaly, impossible to gauge by normal standards.

Declaring war against the Calamity—without keeping it secret—was bold and public.

And the time frame was so rushed!

After gathering all the strong individuals, he simply decided to charge forward and face the Calamity in just three days.

Alone!

This fact left the Yin God Lords and Great Lords in awe.

“Is the Blood-Clad Sword God really that confident? Could it be that, like the one before him, he’s stepped into the Yang God realm?” one Great Lord asked.

“The one before failed only because of the leak from the Mountain of Fate.

Now that the Mountain of Fate has been destroyed, maybe there’s a real chance this time!”

“Are you dreaming? There's no need for the Mountain of Fate to leak the information—Qi Yuan is leaking it himself!” a Yin God responded, helpless.

Countless gazes turned to the sky, as if they wanted to catch a glimpse of that blood-red light.

“No, something’s wrong! Our skies in the Wave Rain Domain are also turning red!”

“After my closed-door training session, I woke up, and the skies over Northern Desert have turned red too! What? What is the Blood-Clad Sword God doing?”

“Not just the Northern Desert—other domains are seeing their skies turn red too. What is the Blood-Clad Sword God trying to accomplish?”

Many people were puzzled, and discussions arose.

Perhaps after a short nap, a meal, or even just washing their clothes, they looked up at the sky once again.

A blood-red sky!

The entire Canglan Realm was covered by the blood-red glow.

As the light shone down, it seemed like blood threads were raining from the heavens.

Many were confused, but others were shaken to their core.

This Blood-Clad Sword God… was astonishingly fast.

Yet, a seed of doubt also grew in the hearts of many cultivators: “If the Blood-Clad Sword God is so powerful, then how terrifying must the Great Calamity be?”

“Sigh, we know too little about the Great Calamity. Is it a person, a demon, or a monster? How powerful is it? What has it done? We have no clue.”

“Maybe… the Great Calamity could even coexist with us peacefully?” someone suggested.

The world’s understanding of the Great Calamity was woefully limited.

In remote places like Shenguang Sect, they had no concept of the Great Calamity at all.

Only large Purple Mansion clans like the Jiang family had access to rare treasures that provided glimpses of the Calamity, but even their knowledge was sparse.

As for the Yin Gods, they had only heard of the Great Calamity.

But their knowledge of it was limited to the fact that it reaps everything.

What the Calamity truly was, who was behind it—none of this was known.

The Calamity was believed to be a Yang God-level entity because, in the past, a Yang God from the Canglan Realm had failed to overcome it.

Therefore, when news of Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal spread, many people in the Canglan Realm were indifferent.

Some even thought the claim of poisonous cultivation techniques was an exaggeration, similar to the idea that spiritual energy was poisonous. After all, every cultivator in the Canglan Realm who used spiritual energy eventually perished.

To most, the Great Calamity was a distant threat.

Some female cultivators, confident in their beauty, even joked that if the Great Calamity laid eyes on them, it might make them its Dao companion.

Some male cultivators with great talent boasted that the Calamity might appreciate their gifts and take them as disciples.

Reactions to Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal varied widely.

At 7:15 in the afternoon, the entire sky of the Canglan Realm turned red.

Countless cultivators gazed at the sky, their expressions heavy, feeling as though they were witnessing history.

In a pavilion, Jiang Lingsu, wearing a green dress, had cold sweat on her forehead, her beautiful eyes filled with endless worry.

Even in her elegant green dress, her graceful figure couldn’t be concealed. It was hard to imagine how stunning she would look without it.

The hem of her skirt was long, but occasionally, a glimpse of flesh-colored stockings could be seen underneath—strangely out of place yet somehow enticing.

Not long ago, she had been playing chess here with her senior brother, her mind wandering as though she were about to make a decision.

But now, her senior brother had gone to face the Great Calamity.

She was left alone.

She recalled the glimpse she had seen through her family’s treasure—a downpour of blood, heaven and earth overturned, something no human power could achieve.

She gritted her teeth and whispered, “Senior brother, you have to be safe!”

At that moment, countless eyes were fixed on the heavens, trying to catch sight of the Calamity or the Blood-Clad Sword God, Qi Yuan.

They wanted to understand what the Calamity was and just how powerful the Blood-Clad Sword God truly was.

The crimson light flooded the land, and countless hearts were filled with a sense of desolation and sorrow.

At the same time, an overwhelming battle intent surged. Everyone who looked up at the blood-red sky could feel an intense fighting spirit.

In the Central Heavenly Domain, a blood-red figure stood still, tall and proud, with flowing long hair.

In front of him stood three figures.

Wang Lingtong bowed respectfully. “Senior, as you face the Calamity, I offer you this talisman. It contains the full power of ten mythical beings in a single strike!”

Wang Lingshan also bowed her head. When she saw Qi Yuan’s remarkably handsome appearance, the humorous thoughts she’d had earlier disappeared completely.

“I have a formation disk that may trap the Calamity for a moment or two. I offer it to you, senior.”

Lastly, a man dressed in black robes, his face filled with despair, looked at Qi Yuan. His eyes were full of deathly stillness. “The fate of the Qianmo Realm is yours, senior.”

The Qianmo Realm was similar to the Canglan Realm, another one of the three thousand “pig farms.”

But its fate had been far more tragic.

It seemed that the Calamity had drained all the potential from that realm, leaving it a wasteland. In the end, the Calamity even began to slowly devour the land, mountains, rivers, seas, and sky of Qianmo Realm.

Now, only this black-robed man remained alive from that world, having escaped to the Star-Separation Realm.

He couldn’t go to any other world in the three thousand realms—if he did, he would die.

Now, the three Yin Gods from different realms had no more words to say. Facing Qi Yuan, who was about to confront the Calamity, they offered their treasures as a token of support.

At this point, warnings, advice, and tales of the Calamity’s power had no meaning.

“Good,” the blood-red figure spoke in a deep, succinct voice, as if preparing for something.

“We wish you victory, senior. Go forth and slay the Calamity!” said Wang Lingtong and Wang Lingshan.

The black-robed man, whose eyes were filled with death, now had a glint of resolve and determination.

“Senior, go and kill that damn Calamity!” he rasped, his voice hoarse but filled with fury.

“Good.”

The blood-red figure looked back at this world one last time and then leapt into the boundless chaos, disappearing from sight.

The three Yin Gods stood in place, their expressions complex. Wang Lingshan murmured, “I hope he wins.”

If the Blood-Clad Sword God were to prevail, the Star-Separation Realm might gain a glimmer of hope.

But they also knew that many heroes had gone to fight the Calamity, never to return.

Across the three thousand worlds, throughout history, countless prodigies had risen—like fish swimming in a vast river. Many lived mundane lives, fleeing and hiding. But every now and then, a hero like the Blood-Clad Sword God would rise up, rallying others to fight the Calamity head-on.

“This battle… whether won or lost, we will remember it.”

In the Central Heavenly Domain, within the unknown, a vast realm of chaos stretched out.

Suddenly, within the indistinct chaos, a spark of divine light flashed.

The entity known as the Great Calamity existed in a state of near-constant slumber, without clear consciousness for 99% of the time.

Perhaps because it had existed for so long, a strand of divine light had formed within its being, awakening a faint awareness.

At this moment, endless information flooded into it.

The Great Calamity opened its eyes, and though its gaze was dim and unclear, there was a profound depth within them. It seemed to be still half-asleep.

“Qi Yuan… plans to remove the Calamity?”

The Great Calamity muttered, its voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

It was as if a pebble the size of a fingernail had been tossed into an immense sea. At first, only a tiny ripple spread, but soon, the ripple grew into waves, then into towering tsunamis that reached thousands of miles high.

A sound like thunder echoed in the ears of every being in the Canglan Realm.

“Those facing the Calamity are sinners, bearing the guilt of blood. They must atone for their sins, piece by piece, before the heavens and earth.”

Every cultivator in the Canglan Realm who heard this turned pale.

The voice of the Great Calamity pierced directly into their hearts, filling countless people with guilt and dread.

“Are we truly burdened with sin and blood?”

“Is the Great Calamity a test from the heavens?”

“Were we in the wrong?”

The voice of the Calamity brought unease and fear to all who heard it.

In that moment, all cultivators glimpsed a fraction of the Great Calamity’s terrifying power.

Just its voice seemed to reverberate in every corner of the Canglan Realm.

Such power, such vastness, seemed utterly unbeatable.

At that moment, a louder voice boomed through the air.

“Those facing the Calamity are not repentant. They dare to harbor murderous intent and approach. They will fall, as did Qianmo.”

As the Calamity’s voice resonated, everyone’s minds were flooded with a vivid image.

Mountains crumbled, seas flooded back into the land, continents were severed, and the spiritual energy of the world collapsed.

Countless creatures screamed, and wandering souls roamed aimlessly.

Terrifying tribulations and the merciless way of the Dao ravaged an entire world.

Seeing such a scene of destruction, every cultivator trembled, their eyes filled with despair.

“The Calamity… is unstoppable!”

“How can it possibly be defeated?”

“We were wrong, the Calamity is in the right!” Some cultivators, utterly terrified, broke down in tears.

Yin Gods were mighty, capable of destroying entire nations with a single strike, representing the peak of power in the Canglan Realm.

But compared to the destruction of an entire world, a nation was no more than a grain of sand on a beach.

Who could stand against the Calamity? Who had the power to triumph?

In Feng Tian Domain, the Ice Mountain Overlord’s eyes were filled with boundless fear and dread. “This is… the Calamity? An existence even Yin Gods cannot fathom!”

Having just stepped into the Yin God realm, she was full of ambition, confident that she was no longer on the same level as the Purple Mansion, that she could sink an entire nation with a flick of her hand.

But to destroy an entire world… that was on an entirely different scale.

White Fish Great Lord’s face was filled with defeat. “Even if I dedicated my entire life, I fear I couldn’t harm it.”

Another Great Lord’s face was filled with bitterness. “An ant… that’s what I am.”

Little Fox Girl sat dazed on the ground. “It’s okay, the senior is so strong, he’ll definitely destroy the Calamity! “It’s over, it’s all over. The Blood-Clad Sword God dared to challenge this kind of Calamity. The Canglan Realm is finished!” one cultivator screamed in madness, their mind breaking.

“This is the Calamity…” An old hermit who had hidden for a thousand years, only to emerge as a late-blooming genius, was filled with despair. “Who can stand against it?”

At Shenguang Sect, Kang Fuluo silently watched the scene unfold.

In the Eastern Lands, Jiang Ruhua was racing madly through the air as a streak of light, anxious and desperate. “I need to hurry! I have to see that brat Qi Yuan before everything is destroyed and give him a good beating!”

He still believed that the Blood-Clad Sword God and Qi Yuan just happened to share the same name.

Now, Qi Yuan was confronting the Calamity.

The world was in chaos, and who knew how many living beings would perish?

At this moment, Jiang Ruhua was furious that Qi Yuan had run off with his beloved daughter. In such dire times, how could he not be angry when he couldn’t even see his own daughter?

If he found Qi Yuan, he was determined to give him a good punch in the nose!

However, as he flew through the sky, he suddenly froze.

He saw that the entire sky of the Canglan Realm had darkened.

The light dimmed, and all sunlight was blocked, even the blood-red sun was no longer visible.

Jiang Ruhua couldn’t help but look up, and what he saw made his entire body tremble.

A colossal figure was slowly rising, casting a vast shadow over the land. The shadow grew larger and larger, and the shape of the monstrous figure became clearer.

“This…”

Jiang Ruhua’s entire body quivered, and the spiritual energy within him churned uncontrollably.

He stared at the massive figure in the sky, suddenly wanting to find a hole to crawl into, as though being hidden away was the only thing that could give him even a sliver of safety.

“It’s too big!”

“What is that?”

“A monster?”

“Is… that its eye?”

Countless cultivators clenched their teeth, their jaws aching, their hearts trembling in terror.

Before, when they had merely seen the image in their minds from a third-person perspective, it wasn’t too bad.

But now, being there in person, seeing the titanic entity in the sky with their own eyes, they were filled with fear.

The Great Calamity… was so large it seemed even bigger than the Canglan Realm itself.

A single strike from a Yin God wouldn’t even be able to harm its hair, so how could the Blood-Clad Sword God possibly win?

The enormous creature seemed to be made of chaotic energy, vast beyond measure, muddled and hazy, with only a faint glimmer of awareness burning in its enormous eyes.

Those immense eyes hung in the sky, overlooking the world below.

Every living being trembled.

Some people immediately fell to their knees.

“Oh, Great Calamity, mighty god!”

“Please spare me!”

In the face of such a terrifying monster, no cultivator could muster the will to resist.

Jiang Lingsu looked up, her delicate face pale, but her eyes blazed with fiery determination.

If looks could kill, the Calamity would have been slain by her countless times already.

“Qi Yuan, destroy the Calamity!” Jiang Lingsu silently chanted to herself.

Great Wisdom True Lord also looked up at the titanic form of the Great Calamity, his eyes deep and contemplative. “It’s getting… larger.”

At that moment, the immense body of the Great Calamity, made of boundless chaos, opened its mouth like a black hole in the stars, capable of devouring everything.

“I am the Great Calamity, who dares to challenge me?”

The Great Calamity’s sentient gaze swept across the land, as though searching for the one who had dared to defy it.

All the cultivators froze for a moment—where was the Blood-Clad Sword God?

“I’m right… above you!”

This voice, colder and sharper than the Calamity’s, cut through the air.

Instinctively, all the cultivators looked up at the sky, but aside from the colossal creature, they saw nothing.

In that moment, the Great Calamity, dazed and confused, also looked up.

And it saw…