The Dark Void, sunken in the land of reincarnation, devoid of any distinction of form or color. It wasn't until the appearance of a figure that the first splash of color was finally born in this place.
Lu Yang's spirit floated above the surface of the abyss.
The layered karma of the previous life shed from his body at this moment like tattered clothing, then lightly sank into the surface of the abyss, disappearing without a trace.
It was only at this moment that Lu Yang's frozen thoughts slowly began to turn again. Subsequently, a bit of lingering shock surfaced in those eyes that surveyed his surroundings: "The Primordial Saint... that old thing recognized me. How could he possibly recognize me... No, he didn't recognize me, he recognized [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes]!"
For a time, Lu Yang only felt his scalp tingling.
Similar clues actually existed long ago. For example, the Golden Nature. Up to now, only the Golden Nature created by the Grotto-Heaven Method could be desired by [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes].
And the false history.
"The false history forged by the Primordial Saint, forged out of thin air beyond everyone's imagination, yet it can trigger a reaction from [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes]..." Lu Yang frowned deeply.
The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became.
"The so-called false history... couldn't actually be a page of [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], could it?"
This was a very reasonable speculation and easy to connect. After all, to him, weren't the past lives he experienced also discarded false histories?
With this thought, Lu Yang hurriedly looked at the panel of [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes].
[Current remaining pages of The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes: 85]
"...Not right."
The earliest memories gradually surfaced, and Lu Yang's pupils shrank abruptly: "I used fifteen pages, so I lost fifteen lives... But what about the life I brought with me?"
Prior to this, Lu Yang had never had any doubts about this. He always thought that even if the pages reached zero, he still had the life he brought with him to use. However, as his cultivation grew higher and higher, and his connection with [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] grew deeper and deeper, he realized he had been thinking too optimistically.
He had, and only had, one hundred lives.
Once the remaining pages reached zero, he would thoroughly die without any chance to restart. Lu Yang sensed this incredibly clearly at this moment.
"One life was stolen!"
"[The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] is no longer complete. It's missing a page, it doesn't have a hundred lives. So it has to use the life I brought with me to fill the gap and make up the one hundred lives."
The Primordial Saint stole his life!
Thinking of this, Lu Yang couldn't help but grit his teeth. Only after a good while did he return to calmness and turn to ponder another question: Just how strong is the Primordial Saint?
Number one in battle within the Light Sea.
Prior to this, Lu Yang had always felt the weight of this title was about the same as Feixue being number one in battle for five thousand years back then—it just sounded nice to say.
But now, he had some doubts.
God damn it, could that old bastard really be invincible in the same realm?
"The World Honored One at that time absolutely reached Sisui's level from back then, half a head higher than an ordinary Great Perfection of the Golden Core. Yet the result was still being slain by the Primordial Saint."
Moreover, the speed of the slaying was absurdly fast. Lu Yang even suspected he deliberately seized the exact timing, waiting specifically for the variables to climb to the extreme before striking.
"It doesn't make sense."
"If he is this strong, why did he still keep Sisui around?"
Lu Yang was puzzled despite a hundred times of thinking. He could understand the Primordial Saint keeping the other Dao Lords around; it was nothing more than using the Dao Lords as fuel for "transforming as a deity and ascending."
But what about Sisui?
"He couldn't beat him back then because his stature was a bit lacking. But after the [Paramita] was built, the sealed Sisui definitely couldn't beat a true Dao Lord."
Why not eliminate the root of the problem?
Lu Yang sat cross-legged, thoughts churning in his eyes, continuously recalling the scenes he saw in his previous life. Gradually, a subtle comprehension arose in his heart:
"It's because of time!"
"Sisui's seal is too special; it's related to time. If he truly breaks free, he definitely won't just simply come out of the seal."
"He was trapped for one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years."
"If one day the seal is broken, allowing him to return to the Mortal World from the source of the false history, then those one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years have to be returned to him!"
What did this mean?
"It means that the number one prodigy of the Light Sea from back then would gain over a hundred thousand years of cultivation time out of thin air, under circumstances where the Primordial Saint completely has no way to control it..."
The variable was too huge!
"Furthermore, the Primordial Saint being able to kill the World Honored One in a quarter of an hour doesn't mean he can also kill Sisui. There can be a world of difference in combat strength under the same realm."
At the very least, similarly being half a head higher than the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, the Primordial Saint and the World Honored One both relied on [Paramita] fragments, and Sword Lord relied on the [Heavenly Dao]. But what about Sisui? He didn't rely on any external objects; his essence had intrinsically reached that level. Therefore, he wouldn't have any fatal weaknesses.
Not to mention Sisui cultivated the Dharma Body Dao.
As a cultivator who had also once commanded the Dharma Body Dao, Lu Yang understood it too well. Its standout feature was high power and extreme durability; it was a bona fide tank monster.
What was even more absurd was that Sisui simultaneously commanded [Yin-Yang].
In other words, even if his Dharma Body was destroyed, his consciousness could always return using the reversing method of [Yin-Yang] in the Dark Aspect of the Light Sea.
Ultimate power plus a cheat-like method.
This was Sisui.
"But only by achieving this level could it make Sisui's battle record of forcibly enduring a hundred moves from the Ancestral Dragon reasonable, otherwise it would truly be too absurd."
What level was the Ancestral Dragon at?
An Innate Dao God, stature innate, equivalent to a Dao Lord on the first tier of the [Paramita]. Yet Sisui could forcibly endure a full hundred moves from it with the stature of a lower cultivator.
A faint fire began to kindle in the depths of Lu Yang's eyes.
That was right—the Primordial Saint had not always stood at the pinnacle. There were times when he was weak, and for much of that era, he had been the one at a disadvantage.
He was not without flaws.
He never dared release Sisui to resolve matters once and for all—not out of guilt, but because he feared losing control of the outcome… In the next life, perhaps I can find a way to help Sisui break free.
In short, try every possible way to cause trouble for the Primordial Saint and create variables.
However, besides that, his own cultivation was equally of utmost importance. After all, no matter how many schemes, in the end, none were as decisive as absolute strength.
And regarding cultivation, Lu Yang already had a conclusion:
"Playing with the Primordial Saint in the Light Sea, whether it's the [Paramita] or the Netherworld, the ultimate result is a dead end. [Sky-shrouding]'s experience is clear proof."
Even being a dog for the Primordial Saint was useless.
"Given how utterly bastard that old thing is, even being his dog wouldn't earn you so much as a warm scrap. More likely, you'd end up skinned, torn apart, and boiled into a pot of dog meat just to fill his belly!"
Furthermore, the [Paramita] was an external object. Lu Yang even suspected that even if he acted as the Primordial Saint's dog, replicated [Sky-shrouding]'s operation from the previous life, and successfully ascended the [Paramita], after restarting, he probably wouldn't be able to bring the Dao Lord cultivation back. In the end all in vain.
Thinking of this, Lu Yang's resolve grew increasingly firm.
Only by jumping out of the Light Sea, jumping out of the Primordial Saint's line of sight, and forging a new [Paramita] in a place he couldn't see, would it be possible to give him a huge shock!
Lu Yang took a deep breath, excitement surfacing in his eyes.
Confronting the Primordial Saint was a heavy burden and a long road ahead. Fortunately, he still had more than eighty lifetimes to take it step by step. For now, it was time to claim the fruits of his previous life.
[Please select the restart anchor point.]
"Initial anchor point."
Before his voice had fully faded, Lu Yang's figure was already sinking into the surface of the Dark Void abyss beneath his feet. At the same time, a Light Sea rewound to its very beginning emerged in perfect synchrony.