Feixue's Bedchamber.
Lu Yang led Yu Zhou into the spacious hall. Before long, a large bed draped with sheer curtains appeared in his line of sight.
However, Lu Yang's gaze immediately focused on a floor-to-ceiling mirror beside the large bed. From within it, karmic fluctuations similar to those of the Zou Yu clan emanated. These fluctuations could not be deduced at all before entering the bedchamber, but once inside, they became exceptionally glaring.
"This is it."
Lu Yang made a quick calculation and understood that this was the entrance to the chaotic history. At the same time, Yu Zhou revealed a somewhat nervous expression.
After all, the Zou Yu clan had been away for five thousand years.
Yu Zhou was the oldest among the current Zou Yu descendants, but even so, he had only seen records of the chaotic history in the clan's archives. Now that five thousand years had passed, those records were likely obsolete.
Therefore, Lu Yang didn't even ask him about the specific situation of that chaotic history. He planned to find someone else to gather information from once they arrived.
"Let's go."
As his voice fell, Lu Yang clenched his hand. Under the influence of Heaven, the space where Yu Zhou stood collapsed. Like Mount Sumeru shrinking into a mustard seed, he was stored away by Lu Yang.
In the next second, Lu Yang stepped toward the mirror.
The False History, Jiangdong, the Zou Yu Ruins.
Once upon a time, this place was an immortal dao holy land where ten thousand cultivators came to pay homage. With several perfected lord presiding over it, it was once the strongest among the four great powers.
However, now the song had ended and the people had dispersed. It was said that the Zou Yu Imperial Family had disappeared here in the end. To ensure the old dynasty would not be restored, the newly ascended Tianwu Imperial Family had turned this place upside down but found nothing. They could only cordon off the area, turning it into a forbidden ground.
Looking at it now, there were only ruined walls and broken debris.
Aside from that, countless tiny insects lurked in the sand and soil, hiding within the spiritual Qi, seemingly in a state of quiet dormancy.
Qi-Devouring Insects.
It was said that these alien species from the outer heaven had once caused considerable trouble for the mainland, only being subdued when a perfected lord took action. Later, they were released into this area.
The purpose was to prevent anyone from approaching.
At the edge of the forbidden ground stood a pitch-black sentry tower. Inside, two figures sat cross-legged, their spiritual sense constantly scanning the perimeter of the forbidden ground.
"Chen Dao, what did you do to get sent here?"
"After all, this is a place for exiles. Everyone knows the Zou Yu descendants are long dead and can't possibly return."
"Hard to say. The soul tablets of the last batch of Zou Yu clansmen have reportedly not shattered to this day. If not for that, why do you think the higher-ups made such a fuss, dumping Qi-Devouring Insects here and sending people like us to monitor it day and night? I fear even a perfected lord has a wisp of consciousness watching this place!"
"Moreover..."
Speaking of this, the cultivator named Chen Dao suddenly stopped, causing the burly cultivator beside him to show a curious expression.
"Moreover what?"
Chen Dao hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then whispered, "Moreover, it is said that someone actually walked out of here—a perfected lord of unknown origin!"
"A Perfected Lord!?"
The burly cultivator showed a look of shock upon hearing this. After all, ever since the World-Honored One attain the Dao, Golden Core Perfected Lord were the highest-realm cultivators in the world.
Suddenly, the burly cultivator's heart stirred.
Then, feeling emotional, he couldn't help but say, "Speaking of which, when the World Honored One attained the Dao back then, the nine heavens resonated. Looking back now, it was truly an age of unparalleled prosperity."
"Yeah."
Chen Dao nodded. "Even now, no one knows the World Honored One's origin. We only know that after attaining the Dao, he ascended and left."
"Since then, there has been no Dao Lord in the world."
"It's a pity. If that World Honored One had stayed here to preach and establish a sect, it would probably have been a super orthodoxy capable of suppressing my Immortal Court and the Jiangnan Sword Sect."
"Liu Xiao, what do you think is actually out there beyond the heavens?"
"Who knows? Even the Perfected Lord can't go beyond the heavens; they can only pluck a few stars from time to time. Only a Dao Lord would know about such things."
In the gloomy forbidden ground, the conversation between the two seemed particularly loud. A breeze blew between them. At the same time, right beside them, a white-robed young man standing with his hands behind his back suddenly spoke up. "In that case, since there is no Dao Lord in the world today, who are the Perfected Lord?"
The young man's tone was calm, his voice gentle.
Standing between the two, as if he were just another guard stationed here like them, he cut into their conversation with incredible naturalness.
"Are you stupid?"
Hearing this, Chen Dao glanced at the young man and said grumpily, "The Perfected Lords of the world today are naturally led by the Immortal Court, followed by the Jiangnan Sword Sect."
"As for the third... hmm, it should be the Yama Dao."
At first, Lu Yang listened with great interest. Immortal Court, Sword Sect—these clearly corresponded to the Dao Court and Sword Pavilion in the present world, just with slight changes.
However, in the next second, he froze.
"...Yama Dao?"
The corresponding present-world faction instantly surfaced in Lu Yang's mind. However, because the conclusion was too exaggerated, he had to confirm it again.
"How many Perfected Lord does the Yama Dao have?"
"Three!"
Without any hesitation, Chen Dao answered directly. "As everyone knows, after the World Honored One attained the Dao and the Zou Yu were destroyed, the world fell into chaos, and dragons and snakes competed to seek the Golden Core."
"The most outstanding among them was none other than the first Perfected Lord of the Yama Dao, the former number one rogue cultivator in the world, and the current [Perfected Lord Taozhu Yingke] Mu Changsheng. If the Yama Ancestor hadn't had the support of this Perfected Lord, he might not have been able to compete with that Perfected One Zhengde of the Sword Sect back then."
Lu Yang clicked his tongue in wonder as he listened.
Mu Changsheng, Yama Ancestor, Cultivator Zhengde... indeed, a completely different trajectory. But where did the cause of all this come from?
Lü Yang calculated and immediately understood.
It was Sky-Shrouding!
I knew it... The reason Sky-Shrouding could attain Great Forest Wood back then was that he had the intervention of the Saint Sect Ancestor, a Dao Lord-level existence, behind him to ensure success.
But this False History had no Dao Lord!
As a result, Sky-Shroudingcouldn't attain the [Great Forest Wood] and naturally couldn't interfere with the other Dao Fruits corresponding to the Chen Earth branch. Mu Changsheng benefited from this.
Without Sky-Shrouding, Mu Changsheng was able to prove the [Eternal Flowing Water]. He didn't need to plot for the [Wu You Heaven] at all. And his success in seeking the Golden Core directly influenced Patriarch Nether Whisper in this False History.
Why didn't Patriarch Nether Whisper win against [Perfected Lord Chengtian Zhengde] back then?
Wasn't it because [Perfected Lord Chengtian Zhengde] had the backing of the Sword Pavilion, the support of a Perfected Lord, and seniority, allowing him to prove [Wall-Top Earth] before the Patriarch Nether Whisper?
However, the False History was different.
Because of Mu Changsheng's butterfly effect, the Patriarch Nether Whisper's counterpart in the False History—the Yama Ancestor—also received the support of a Perfected Lord.
The result was naturally that the Ancestor won.
Wait...
Thinking of this, Lu Yang suddenly froze. He then looked at Chen Dao and Liu Xiao. "Jiangnan Sword Sect, Jiangdong Immortal Court... then what about the force in Jiangbei?"
How could the Yama Dao be ranked third?
The Pure Land was understandable. After all, in this False History, the World-Honored One left directly after attaining the Nascent Soul, evidently not passing down the Pure Land Dao Lineage.
But what about the Saint Sect?
On the other side, the two were slightly stunned upon hearing this, then reacted. "Jiangbei... are you talking about the Demon Sect? It was wiped out by the Immortal Court long ago."
"..."
For a moment, Lu Yang couldn't even believe what he had heard. He blinked blankly.
What? My Saint Sect is gone!?