At the summit of Mount Beifeng, within the [Myriad Refinements Blood Pool].
The young man abruptly opened his eyes. For the first time, a look of uncertainty and alarm flickered in his emerald-green pupils, followed quickly by a surge of intense, brilliant light.
He felt a sense of danger!
Is there really someone suicidal enough to attack the [Myriad Refinements Blood Pool] for a battle to the death while Mount Beifeng is empty, just like Mingluo did?
No, that's not right.
Whoever could trigger this sense of crisis was definitely not a small fry like Mingluo; it had to be a formidable enemy. Yet, this made the young man even more incredulous. After all, this incarnation of his had already secretly broken through the Dao Integration bottleneck that had troubled him for years, firmly setting foot on the Immortal Bridge.
Who could possibly kill him?
Sitting cross-legged, the young man subconsciously pinched a streak of brilliant light, preparing to perform a divination. However, the feedback from the great karmic net soon took him completely by surprise.
"No danger?"
Not only that, but the intense sense of crisis had vanished entirely, as if it had merely been an illusion. The young man was left utterly perplexed.
"Given my stature, the only way my crisis intuition could be blinded and my karmic divination blocked is if the one guarding the [Ghost Gates] personally attacked me, using the [Great Forest Wood] to obscure the heavenly mysteries. But he left the Netherworld a long time ago... Could it be that my divination alerted the other party?"
This explanation made more sense.
Because he sensed the situation before the enemy could act, they realized their plan was no longer feasible once they had been discovered and abandoned their scheme against him. It seems they are quite cautious.
"As a result, I ended up exposing myself."
The young man shook his head. He had hidden this incarnation's Immortal Bridge realm cultivation for a long time, originally hoping to find a chance to ensnare one or two unlucky fools who delivered themselves to his doorstep.
Now, it seemed he had missed his chance.
Since the sense of crisis had dissipated and the "truth" had been revealed, the young man stopped worrying. He calmed his mind and re-entered his state of cultivation.
"Quite perceptive, aren't we?"
At the foot of Mount Beifeng, Lu Yang released the glowing light pinched between his fingertips. Centered around this light, countless threads of light began spreading outward in all directions.
Every single thread connected to a death spirit residing on the main body of Mount Beifeng. Among them were Qi Refining cultivators, Foundation Establishment cultivators, and even Golden Core Perfected Lords. By linking their karma in this manner, Lu Yang fabricated a karmic fluctuation of "safety and peace" that enveloped the entire mountain.
The [Divination Golden Scripture].
When Lu Yang created this method of karmic deduction, he envisioned a specific application: using the small to reflect the large, using lower-realm cultivators to influence upper-realm ones.
Back then, it was just an idea.
But now, it was seeing its preliminary application.
"When the karmic fluctuations of everyone on Mount Beifeng collectively convey a message of complete safety, even the Great Karmic Net can be deceived."
And that was exactly what happened. Lu Yang never intended to attack these lower-realm cultivators; they were genuinely safe, which further reinforced the concept. One or two threads might not mean much, but gathered together, they formed a profound wonder capable of falsifying karma and obscuring the heavenly mysteries!
"Besides, this place has already fallen into my [Heaven-Bearing Palm]."
Lu Yang opened his hand, revealing a miniature "Mount Beifeng" floating above his palm. This made it much easier for him to manipulate the karmic threads of everyone on the mountain.
Lu Yang had always been steady and cautious.
Although he looked down on all the death spirits of the Netherworld at the strategic level, he treated them with the utmost seriousness in practice. He never intended to confront his enemies head-on.
He was strong, but not invincible.
Setting everything else aside, if all three of Emperor Cang's incarnations possessed the combat power of an Immortal Bridge realm Great Perfected Lord, Lu Yang might not be able to match him.
That was why he had to be cautious and advance step by step.
I need to ensure my absolute advantage in one-on-one combat first. Then, I'll hunt them down step by step, weakening the enemy until I can finally deliver a decisive blow.
But my method of obscuring the heavenly mysteries is so profound, shouldn't I be hearing some gasps of admiration?
Is there really no one here with a discerning eye?
Lu Yang turned his head, only to see Perfected Lord Tai Hao staring at him with her beautiful, large eyes filled with pure bewilderment. If he had to describe it in four words, it would be:
I don't get it, but it looks awesome.
Seeing this, Lu Yang could only shake his head helplessly.
Forget it, forget it.
He couldn't have high expectations for someone who cultivated the Dharma Body Dao. Besides, she was an Ancient Method cultivator with a very simple and honest style. He was a magnanimous person; he wouldn't hold it against her.
Amidst his sighs, Lu Yang and Perfected Lord Tai Hao had already set foot on the stone steps of Mount Beifeng's main body, climbing steadily. During this process, Lu Yang could clearly sense it:
The higher I go, the closer the Netherworld Great Dao gets to me... It's a pity I'm not a true death spirit.
However, right at this moment.
Lu Yang abruptly stopped in his tracks, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then waved his large sleeve, and the Righteous Dao Banner materialized. Within the rolling purple qi, a figure appeared.
It was none other than Patriarch Nether Whisper.
Strictly speaking, Patriarch Nether Whisper was a living person. But because the banner spirit was bound to the banner's master, he had also donned the skin of a death spirit.
"Patriarch?"
Lu Yang frowned slightly. He saw Patriarch Nether Whisper looking somewhat dazed. After a long while, the Patriarch finally spoke in a deep voice, "This place gives me an unusually familiar feeling."
"Is it dangerous?" Lu Yang asked directly.
He wasn't surprised by Patriarch Nether Whisper's reaction. After all, he had long suspected a hidden connection between the Patriarch and the First-generation Master of Beast Taming Peak.
So, he only cared about one thing: whether the Patriarch would face any danger because of it.
"If there's any risk, or if something feels off, you should hide first. Don't worry, Patriarch. As long as you don't show your face, no one can hurt you right now."
Lu Yang spoke with great confidence.
Whatever connection existed between Patriarch Nether Whisper, the First-generation Master of Beast Taming Peak, and the Netherworld, Lu Yang had already cleansed the Patriarch with [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], completely freeing him.
Therefore, as long as he didn't initiate contact, the other party definitely couldn't affect him.
However, Patriarch Nether Whisper shook his head and smiled. "How can I always let you worry about me? Rest assured, I don't sense any danger. It feels... beneficial, actually."
"Furthermore, I can feel that my current state is excellent.
"In this place, my thinking has accelerated, and my comprehension seems to have improved as well. I'm starting to get ideas on some problems I couldn't figure out before."
"...Ah?"
Lu Yang was stunned.
Your Light of Wisdom is already shooting to the heavens, and your comprehension is world-shaking. It's already exaggerated to this extent, yet you can STILL improve? Are you going to leave any room for others to cultivate immortality?!
Suddenly, Patriarch Nether Whisper, who had been wandering around Mount Beifeng and occasionally closing his eyes to comprehend the Dao, abruptly opened his eyes. Behind him, although a beat slower, Lu Yang also quickly reacted, his brow furrowing tightly. "Further up... something's not right. It seems there's an isolation formation."
"I know about this."
As if finally finding a topic she could contribute to, Perfected Lord Tai Hao hurriedly said, "Master once mentioned it. It should have been set up by that traitor."
"Once you enter it, your stature will be forcefully suppressed to a certain extent.
"Although it's not enough to make someone drop a realm, it's more than enough to determine the outcome of a battle. The downside is that it cannot be moved casually."
"The formation encircles the entire summit of Mount Beifeng. It's impossible to bypass."
At this point, a ruthless expression appeared on Perfected Lord Tai Hao's face.
"Senior, since we've already come this far, why don't we just charge in? I'm willing to be the vanguard. You can hide in the shadows and look for an opportunity to ambush that traitor..."
"Shut up. Stop talking."
Lu Yang waved his hand, immediately shutting down Perfected Lord Tai Hao's plan. You're a Dharma Body cultivator; stop trying to show off your understanding of formations. You're dragging down my Light of Wisdom.
"Patriarch, what do you think?"
Faced with the question, Patriarch Nether Whisper didn't answer. He just frowned tightly, seemingly trying to sense something. Lu Yang waited patiently for his talent to work its magic.
Seeing this, Perfected Lord Tai Hao pursed her lips and whispered, "Senior, there really is no other way. That traitor has managed Mount Beifeng for so many years; his setup is practically flawless. Back then, before Master made a move, he also tried to find a flaw. He spent ten years and found absolutely nothing..."
"Found it."
Creaaak—
The next second, Patriarch Nether Whisper suddenly pointed a finger. Subsequently, on the edge of the mountainside of Mount Beifeng, the rocks caved in, revealing a pitch-black cave entrance.
Perfected Lord Tai Hao: "...Ah?"
There really is one?!