Beast-Taming Cultivator from Two Realms

Chapter 277: Silent Radiance Slaughters the Gods

‘With my current divine sense and magical power, forming a core would be nothing more than a thought away.’

Feeling the immense and unparalleled Taiyi True Qi surging within his body, Chen Beiwu stirred inwardly.

The Golden Core realm, a dream pursued endlessly by ordinary cultivators of the Immortal Alliance, was now within his grasp—he could step into it at any moment.

All he needed to do was trigger the collapse of the Taiyi True Qi, then shatter the foundation, condense the core, and temper it with essence gold. In that instant, he would form a core on the spot, becoming an Enlightened Human Immortal with a lifespan of a thousand years—a Golden Core True Person with high status and power.

But Chen Beiwu desired far more than that.

‘Cores are divided into nine grades. Though the Taiyi Golden Core is excellent, how could it compare to the Origin Golden Core of the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect!’ Chen Beiwu's gaze turned profound.

The higher the grade of the immortal Golden Core a cultivator condensed, the easier it would be to eventually break into the Nascent Soul stage and even the Divine Transformation realm.

Indeed, the Taiyi Golden Core was strong, containing the profound principles of the Five Elements’ creation and destruction.

Those who formed such a core could battle across realms upon entering the Golden Core stage, possessing unparalleled combat power. It was praised by the sect as the supreme first-grade core.

Yet the Origin Golden Core was even more renowned. Even within the history of the Immortal Alliance, it stood as a legendary title, one that countless proud geniuses of cultivation failed to forge—its might was unfathomable.

“Ordinary genius cultivators have no choice, but I do.” Chen Beiwu suppressed the Taiyi True Qi surging restlessly within his dantian and qi sea.

The more he cultivated the Five Elders of the Five Directions’ Taiyi Core-Forging Method, the more Chen Beiwu felt that the Taiyi Golden Core was merely a lower-tier counterpart of the Origin Golden Core—helping him reduce the difficulty of cultivating the Primordial Purity Ninefold Origin Core Scripture.

In light of this, Chen Beiwu became increasingly firm in his resolve.

After all, it had been over ten thousand years since the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect had produced a peerless genius capable of forging an Origin Golden Core.

If he succeeded, he might earn the sect’s attention and a tilt of resources in his favor.

The Primordial Purity Immortal Sect, as one of the top three Immortal Sects, even had a Void Refining Dao Lord overseeing it. If they chose to nurture a genius with all their might, they could likely “stack up” a Divine Transformation True Venerable from sheer resources alone.

Of course, even if Chen Beiwu’s speculation was wrong—even if the upper echelons of the sect weren’t as focused on Origin Golden Core geniuses as he had guessed, or even if he failed to forge one in the future—

The Taiyi True Qi he accumulated and nourished through the Primordial Purity Ninefold Origin Core Scripture would still deepen his foundation immensely.

With this thought, Chen Beiwu closed his eyes and calmed his mind, meditating on the Supreme Mystery’s Guarding the One technique.

Within the divine platform of his Purple Mansion, his sea of consciousness surged like a boundless starry sky, and the Guarding Mirror shone brilliantly.

With a single thought, Chen Beiwu’s divine sense instantly spread out, covering a radius of six hundred zhang.

Within this range, mountains and rivers, plants and insects, even the faintest flow of spiritual veins and qi—all appeared in his divine sense like patterns on his palm, clear and unmistakable.

According to the books of the Immortal Alliance, such divine sense intensity already rivaled the peak of the Golden Core stage.

At this thought, Chen Beiwu’s heart stirred. His vast divine sense suddenly retracted, condensing into an invisible sharp blade aimed at Goldie.

“Boom!”

As his divine sense moved, the world changed.

Sensing an indescribable danger, Goldie’s body trembled. It looked at Chen Beiwu with surprise in its eyes.

“Gulu?”

Chen Beiwu withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes, smiling as he patted Goldie on the head.

His current divine sense rivaled that of a Golden Core peak cultivator, and coupled with the Taiyi True Qi in his body, it was time to cultivate a few divine sense-based offensive techniques from the Immortal Alliance as trump cards.

Once his divine sense secret arts were unleashed, he might even be able to slay a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator directly.

As for those in the later stage of the Golden Core realm, Chen Beiwu figured it was unlikely.

The divine sense gap of a single stage wasn’t enough for him to crush a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, but it was enough to let him easily overwhelm early-stage Golden Core cultivators.

‘Looks like I owe a big favor this time.’

Chen Beiwu picked up the gourd of wine beside him, shook his head, and found that the Purple Mansion Condensation Brew inside was almost gone.

The reason he had been able to fully master the Five Elders of the Five Directions’ Taiyi Core-Forging Method in just two years was due to the fourth-grade mystical brew—the Purple Mansion Condensation Brew—gifted to him by True Lord Idlecloud.

Indeed, compared to comprehending the mysteries of the Golden Core’s Dharma Body, Chen Beiwu believed enhancing his own comprehension and understanding the secrets of core formation was more important.

Unfortunately, even the finest mystical brew would eventually be exhausted.

At a rate of one drop per month, the brew left in the gourd would last only another year.

Pouring out a drop and drinking it, Chen Beiwu took out the Primordial Purity Ninefold Origin Core Scripture.

The instant the wine entered his throat, the sea of consciousness in his Purple Mansion roared and surged. The once obscure and difficult scripture of the Primordial Purity Ninefold Origin Core became as clear as clouds parting to reveal the moon—each character shone with golden radiance, evolving into profound immortal truths deep within his divine platform.

Unconsciously, guided by the fully mastered Five Elders’ Core-Forging Method, Chen Beiwu gradually entered a state of enlightenment.

Only a fish and a hound remained, gazing at one another as they cultivated using the lingering insights.

…

Time passed quietly. In the blink of an eye, another month had gone by.

Primordial Purity Lecture Hall, Combat Techniques Class.

Chen Beiwu, dressed in a simple white Daoist robe, had Iron Lump—who had learned the art of shrinking using the Auspicious Wish Spell—perched on his right shoulder. Around his neck hung the icy Fish-Dragon Scarf. His steps were steady.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Just as Chen Beiwu stepped into the classroom, the eight Golden Core True Persons who had been quietly conversing inside suddenly fell silent. Their divine senses, sharp as swords, simultaneously swept toward him.

Of course, to avoid provoking a genius with a deep background, these divine senses only brushed against him lightly—just enough to sense his appearance and aura, without delving deeper.

‘Who is this guy? A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to come learn a third-grade divine sense combat technique!’

A thin-faced cultivator furrowed his brows, transmitting a divine sense message to a nearby peer.

‘Never seen him. Probably not a true disciple or an immortal student—most likely a sect student,’ the other replied.

The Primordial Purity Immortal Sect had a strict hierarchy, divided into sect students, immortal students, and true disciples.

Sect students had ten levels, one per year. Those who failed to reach Foundation Establishment within ten years would be dismissed from the sect.

Immortal students followed the same structure—ten levels, one per decade.

If an immortal student could form a core within a hundred years, they could graduate early and officially enter the Daoist lineage of the sect, becoming a true disciple.

Competition among true disciples was even fiercer. The best of them could vie for the position of chief disciple, representing the sect's face and receiving cultivation resources to ascend to the Nascent Soul True Lord stage.

‘Good looks, but he doesn’t know his limits,’ a Golden Core female cultivator commented.

Without a core and the immortal power it provided, a Foundation Establishment cultivator simply couldn’t succeed in cultivating a third-grade divine technique.

‘Don’t be too harsh on the young. The kid probably just wants to broaden his horizons,’ one of the Golden Core True Persons said, admiring Chen Beiwu’s courage.

Ambition could reflect part of a cultivator’s future potential.

The Primordial Purity Immortal Sect offered great freedom in course selection—students could choose courses above their current level at will. Yet few Foundation Establishment cultivators dared to select combat technique classes.

Daring to select a third-grade treasure technique course, in a sense, indicated that this person possessed an uncommon spirit. Perhaps in the future, he might achieve great things and stand alongside them.

‘Interesting. So he is Chen Beiwu?’

A female cultivator in azure robes, with brows like autumn water and skin like jade and ice, had a glimmer in her eyes.

For Golden Core True Persons of the Immortal Sect, a single closed-door cultivation could last several years, or even over a decade.

However, not all true disciples of the sect failed to recognize Chen Beiwu—Si Yunyun, for instance.

After all, the title of "Flawless Foundation, ranked third on the New Star Rankings" was quite impressive—enough to warrant attention from the true disciples of the Immortal Sect.

All the more so since the recent two batches of new recruits to the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect had been lackluster in momentum, with not a single cultivator possessing a flawless Foundation Establishment appearing.

‘This young fellow has great potential. Worth befriending... even introducing into the clan,’ Si Yunyun thought silently.

Status determined resources and position.

Within the Immortal Alliance, many clans of True Venerables and Divine Transformation True Venerables had no shortage of cultivation resources or subordinate forces—but what they lacked were capable descendants.

It was no exaggeration to say that if a clan's offspring were mediocre in talent and unable to gain the recognition of a Creation Beast, it would mark the beginning of that cultivation clan’s decline.

When one's children could no longer be relied upon, an outstanding son-in-law with excellent aptitude—one capable of forming a Co-Cultivation Contract with a Creation Beast—could become the pillar of a True Venerable clan, supporting its reputation.

True Lord Silent Abyss, who was expected to reach Divine Transformation, was a prime example of such a case.

Of course, a son-in-law who was too outstanding also carried the risk of seizing control and usurping the clan’s power.

But compared to a clan's decline and being devoured entirely by other True Venerable forces, at least the meat would rot in their own pot.

Precisely because of this, to True Venerable clans with abundant geniuses, Chen Beiwu was merely a rising star of the Immortal Alliance. Befriending him would be good, but he wasn’t given too much importance.

However, to clans suffering a gap in talented successors, Chen Beiwu was undoubtedly a delicious morsel.

As a noble daughter of the Si Clan, Si Yunyun did find Chen Beiwu quite tempting.

Sensing the attention from nearby Golden Core True Persons, Chen Beiwu's expression remained unchanged. He walked straight to an empty seat in the front row, swept his sleeve, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

“Jingle jingle!”

As the bell rang, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the lecture hall.

His eyes held starlight, spiritual radiance flickered around him, and at his waist coiled a mighty fourth-rank Mystic Beast, the Thunder-Hunting Flood Serpent, used as a belt. This was none other than True Lord Thunder-Hunt Qin Zheng, a fourth-rank talisman master of the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect, known for his expertise in thunder arts and divine sense killing techniques.

‘Another True Lord with dragon-like fortune, wrapped in crimson destiny…’

Chen Beiwu lifted his gaze slightly, subconsciously observing the aura of fate flowing over True Lord Thunder-Hunt.

At the same time, Qin Zheng's gaze swept across the lecture hall, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind.

The Golden Core True Persons had not probed with their divine sense, and naturally couldn't discern Chen Beiwu’s true state—assuming him to be a mere peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But as a Nascent Soul True Lord, Qin Zheng had far greater perception.

Even without using divine sense, he could see at a glance that Chen Beiwu’s aura was unusual—he could break through at any moment and ascend to become a Golden Core True Person.

‘When did the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect gain another immortal student with the potential to form a first-grade Golden Core?’

Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, curious, but refrained from inquiring about Chen Beiwu's identity. Instead, he extended his right hand, lightly tapping forward to begin the lecture.

“The spirit is the monarch, qi the minister.”

“Today, this seat will lecture on the third-grade divine sense killing treasure technique—Silent Radiance Slaughters the Gods of the Grand Firmament.”

“This technique possesses unfathomable power, targeting a cultivator’s Purple Mansion soul. When used in conjunction with a Co-Cultivation Beast, its might is greatly amplified.”

“Thus, to cultivate this art, three principles must be understood.”

“First: Silence. Second: Slaughter. Third: Unity…”

After briefly introducing the method of cultivating the Silent Radiance Slaughters the Gods technique, True Lord Qin Zheng activated his divine sense, merging his aura with that of the Thunder-Hunting Flood Serpent, personally demonstrating this third-grade technique for the students.

In an instant, the Golden Core True Persons below all frowned slightly. They found Qin Zheng's aura had completely vanished, slipping beyond the reach of their divine senses.

Zheng!

An invisible and intangible Slaughter-God Thorn soared skyward.

Among the cultivators present, none but True Lord Qin Zheng and Chen Beiwu could sense the divine sense fluctuation or qi signature of the technique.

Until the next moment, high above in the sky—

The clouds suddenly split apart, forming a perfectly straight fissure, as if sliced by an invisible divine sword. The edges of the crack were as smooth as a mirror and lingered for a long while before the gathered cultivators realized that the sky had been torn open.

“The true terror of this technique lies in its formlessness. It can slay the spirit and silence the soul. Have you all gained insight?” True Lord Qin Zheng asked calmly.

At his words, silence fell over the room.

A few Golden Core True Persons gently shook their heads.

Within the Immortal Alliance, third-grade treasure techniques were already difficult to cultivate. Not to mention the Silent Radiance Slaughters the Gods, a renowned and fearsome divine sense killing art.

Even with a Nascent Soul True Lord demonstrating it personally, they had been unable to perceive the trajectory of that thorn.

Simply put, they couldn’t even sense the Slaughter-God Thorn, let alone comprehend or begin cultivating it.

True Lord Qin Zheng, seeing this, remained expressionless—unsurprised.

Heaven-defying geniuses who mastered techniques at first glance only existed in novels and biographies.

At least in Qin Zheng's centuries-long teaching career, he had never seen such a genius in the Primordial Purity Immortal Sect—one who could instantly comprehend, infer by analogy, and demonstrate supreme insight.

The most monstrous student he had encountered had still taken ten years to reach minor success in the Silent Radiance Slaughters the Gods.

Just then, Qin Zheng’s gaze suddenly sharpened, landing on Chen Beiwu.

Noticing his reaction, the other Golden Core cultivators followed his gaze.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Is that guy in an epiphany state?’

‘No way. A Foundation Establishment cultivator entering epiphany over a Golden Core treasure technique? Is there no law in this world anymore?’

The eight Golden Core True Persons exchanged divine sense messages, astonishment on their faces.

One true disciple of the sect who had studied the technique for years without success even stood up abruptly.

He didn’t even notice that the jade slip in his hand had cracked with a snap.

Zheng!

Borrowing the resonance from the Co-Cultivation Contract, Chen Beiwu channeled Goldie’s divine sense and silently formed an invisible and intangible Slaughter-God Thorn in front of him.

Compared to the one Qin Zheng had demonstrated, Chen Beiwu’s mimicked thorn lacked true formlessness.

But the faint annihilating aura it emitted still brought a faint sense of danger to the Golden Core cultivators present.

“All right, awaken.”

Qin Zheng flashed forward, slapping Chen Beiwu on the back.

Chen Beiwu felt his sea of consciousness in the Purple Mansion shudder. The Slaughter-God Thorn before him instantly collapsed, and he emerged from his epiphany.

Interrupted, Chen Beiwu instinctively frowned.

He looked up and saw the kind expression and gentle tone of True Lord Thunder-Hunt.

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?” Qin Zheng withdrew his hand. His Daoist robe fluttered without wind. “Without forming a core, attempting to evolve the Slaughter-God Thorn during an epiphany could harm your innate Purple Mansion or the divine sense of your Co-Cultivation Beast.”

Hearing this, Chen Beiwu came to his senses. He turned to look at Goldie, only to find the beast’s divine sense nearly depleted, looking listless.

“Thank you for your intervention, True Lord.” He quickly fed Goldie a pill and expressed his gratitude.

“No need for courtesy.” True Lord Qin Zheng’s gaze toward Chen Beiwu now carried admiration.

He had to take back his earlier thoughts—novels and biographies were not all fiction. This world truly did contain peerless geniuses who could comprehend with a single lesson.

“Do you have a master?”

At this question, the entire hall fell into a stunned silence.