My Core is the Boss

Qi Yuan gazed at the blazing orb overhead, deep in thought. "So the one behind the Great Calamity is that sun?"

"Two suns hang in Canglan’s sky," Wutian said slowly from his wheelchair, his eyes unfathomable. "It's a pity the second sun is too small. If the two could contend, there could have been a chance for the Canglan World to break free of the Great Calamity."

Qi Yuan was rendered speechless. Soon after, he glowered at the old man. "You're the one who's small!"

He had always disliked being told that he was "small."

As though unable to hear him at all, Wutian murmured instead, "Born in Canglan World, we are shackled by the Great Calamity at every turn."

Qi Yuan asked seriously, "If we just smash that sun in the sky, wouldn't the Great Calamity be over?"

Wutian chuckled. "The Great Calamity is invincible under heaven. Even if all the Great Venerables of this world joined forces, they would still be no match for it. One must at least reach the Yang Spirit realm, which was impossible to achieve without ascending to the Upper World. But once we ascend, those from Canglan World become nothing more than meat on their chopping board."

Generally speaking, Yin Spirit cultivators already had a chance to ascend to the Upper World. Not only were its laws of heaven and earth complete, but its Origin was also more abundant. Moreover, advancing to the Yang Spirit realm in the lower world was simply impossible.

"I sat in vain for endless years," Wutian said softly, rolling his wheelchair forward. He stopped before a jade slip and picked it up. "Eventually, I found a path to survival."

"What path?" Qi Yuan asked.