A single shout of "Kill" reversed everything.
Because that wasn't just an angry roar. Contained within it was a massive fist, formless and intangible, visible only to Primordial Spirit thoughts.
Dharma Body? Dao Heart? Yin-Yang?
Even after a hundred thousand years, the Dao Lords present still didn't understand how Sisui managed it, but they clearly knew how much power this fist contained.
When this fist struck out, everything in sight was smashed to pieces, as if the foundation of the entire Light Sea had been toppled. Endless explosions were born from this, yet they did not target anything in the Mortal World, nor did they cause any physical destruction. Instead, they struck directly at the Dao Lords' consciousness, forcefully obliterating Primordial Spirit thoughts.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, this formless and intangible fist landed on Sword Lord's sword strike that used the Light Sea as its edge. Fist and sword collided, and the wills of the Dao Lords clashed as a result.
In the end, the sword light retreated.
The supreme will contained within it cracked inch by inch under that formless fist. Although it didn't shatter, it lost the sharpness to slay everything.
On the other side, the formless fist also perished.
The shouting gradually ceased. Sword Lord cast the [Heavenly Dao] back into the false history, sealing off that crack, then raised her head and looked in the direction of the long river of fate.
[Variable] changed everything.
The fist from the false history was like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly blasting up countless rapids. The long river of fate thoroughly slipped from her control as a result.
'I can't kill them all.'
In Sword Lord's eyes, countless future scenes surfaced. She simply couldn't sever them or kill them all. The vast majority of these scenes showed the World Honored One reclaiming the position of Dao Lord.
Without Sword Lord's obstruction, Dao Tianqi finally charged into the battlefield between the World Honored One and the Primordial Saint. Endless Buddha light continuously overflowed from Dao Tianqi's eyes, already connecting with the World Honored One. This also caused the long river of fate and future scenes in Sword Lord's eyes to gradually begin converging toward the same ending.
'It seems the situation is going to change.'
Sword Lord retracted her sword light, her brows furrowing slightly:
'Myriad Treasures... no, if the World Honored One is the first to recover the position of Dao Lord, he will definitely kill the Primordial Saint. I must use this as a foundation to think about my next step.'
'Is defecting to the World Honored One feasible?'
'Or maybe...'
Not just Sword Lord, the rest of the Dao Lords were also pondering, searching for a way out. However, the next second, a ray of light abruptly leapt out from within the long river of fate.
Almost simultaneously, the Buddha light in Dao Tianqi's eyes extinguished with a boom, returning to nothingness. And right in front of him, the towering golden Buddha was ripped apart at the neck by a single hand. The Buddha's body exploded into a sky full of flowing light. A Buddha head was easily carried by that hand, sprinkling a sky full of bloody rainbows.
At this moment, all was dead silent.
The great net of karma dimmed without light. A rain of blood fell within the Foundation Establishment Realm. In the Dark Aspect of the Light Sea, a certain vast and boundless shadow of consciousness turned into nothingness at this moment.
The World Honored One was dead.
Both sides were at Sisui's realm from back then, with no gap in stature. Fighting fairly, the result was that in less than a quarter of an hour, the World Honored One was slain head-on by the Primordial Saint.
Only then did Sword Lord see clearly that bright light that suddenly leapt up on the long river of fate.
That was [Inevitable Fate].
An unquestionable ending forcibly deflected the ending proclaimed by the long river of fate. All variables were obliterated at this moment; there was no longer any suspense!
Overwhelming strength.
At this moment, the gazes of all the Dao Lords focused on that tiny yet lofty figure. Dread, shock, and endless thoughts continuously agitated.
Everyone had misunderstood.
Even the Dao Lords themselves had never truly grasped what it meant to be "number one in battle within the Light Sea." They possessed no real, intuitive understanding of it.
Only now did they understand.
Back then, Sisui was the number one Dao Lord, and the Primordial Saint ranked second. The reason was because Sisui's realm was higher, his stature suppressing the Primordial Saint by half a head.
But what if both sides were in the same realm?
Just the speculation was enough to silence the Dao Lords.
The next second, the Buddha head fell from the clouds, rolling to a stop right in front of the dumbfounded Dao Tianqi. The Primordial Saint's aura rapidly climbed at this moment!
Not only did he slay the World Honored One, but he also snatched away the [Paramita] fragment in the World Honored One's hand. Along with it, the seas of consciousness of the Pure Land Buddhist cultivators and the numerous Bodhisattvas were also entirely extracted by him, even including the World Honored One himself. Such a great elixir instantly allowed the Primordial Saint's stature to return to the Dao Lord position!
It was even more than that.
Throughout this great battle, [Variable] had already boiled to the extreme, yet it was snuffed out by [Inevitable Fate] at the final moment. This blow to its concept was fatal!
All the Dao Lords could sense it.
At this moment, the [Inevitable Fate] that originally almost already commanded the Light Sea, had seemingly stepped past a certain important threshold, pressing heavily upon them.
The dust had settled.
The next second, profound light fell from a high and distant place. It was the [Paramita] fragment from the World Honored One's hand, flying directly towards [Sky-shrouding].
"Well done."
The Primordial Saint's voice grew increasingly ethereal, no longer possessing the clear loudness and grandeur from before. He once again returned to that high and mighty position, looking down at the entire Light Sea.
"Since that's the case, you will take over Myriad Treasures' position."
[Sky-shrouding] silently accepted the fragment, then decisively retreated, pulling away from the Spiritual Power Dao Lord. Deep gloom was revealed in his narrow eyes.
However, his movements did not hesitate.
Including the other Dao Lords, none of them hesitated either. They turned around directly and boldly charged into the Netherworld, only seeking to unleash a massacre and recover their Dao Lord positions as quickly as possible!
The [Netherworld Lord's Palace].
Lu Yang stood calmly in place. Looking at Dao Tianqi being besieged and devoured, and looking at the Dao Lords who had already turned their gazes toward him, he sighed deeply.
He still failed.
Having said that, he felt no loss or despair. He merely etched everything he witnessed at the end firmly and securely deep into the bottom of his heart.
Just wait for the next life.
With this thought, [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] in Lu Yang's eyes immediately turned to the next page.
However, he froze.
Prior to this, [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] had never caused any changes. Even Dao Lords had no way to resist this mighty power that restarted earth, water, wind, and fire.
But this time was different.
This time, along with the urging of [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], above the celestial dome, that long river of false history that completely manifested in the Mortal World suddenly produced a reaction.
'What... is that?'
Lu Yang widened his eyes. At the end of the false history, something was attracting him.
No, it wasn't attracting him, it was attracting [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes].
This feeling was exactly the same as when he first encountered the "Golden Nature." [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] transmitted an intense hunger, a desire to devour!
What was hidden inside the false history?
Almost simultaneously, the Primordial Saint, who had originally transcended the mortal dust and dismissed the Light Sea with a scoff, abruptly turned his head. His gaze instantly landed on Lu Yang.
"...It's you!?!?"
The voice that always remained calm and composed, viewing the heroes of the world as nothing, completely lost its composure at this moment. The tiny figure abruptly magnified before Lu Yang's eyes.
Lu Yang's consciousness was instantly frozen.
However, [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] had already been urged.
The next second, the Primordial Saint vanished . A mighty power completely overriding the Light Sea crashed down, casually erasing everything in Lu Yang's eyes.
He's restarting again.