"Clang! Clang!"
The sword cry rose, and the evil consciousness from the Great Sword Ancestor also pushed with all its might. The three Sword Spirits, [Vanquishing-Demon], [Warding-Evil], and [Subduing-Spirit], merged into one above his head.
Finally, they transformed into a single speck of cold gleam.
Looking at it, the cold gleam was no larger than a mustard seed. However, the moment they saw it, Pan Huang and the other Dharma Body Dao Great Perfected Lords only felt their thoughts stagnate.
This feeling was as if their intent was tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, or as if they were placed at the bottom of the deep sea, bearing boundless pressure. Therefore, after reacting, Pan Huang immediately spoke: "Fellow Daoist, is Tianhun in your hands? We need to form an array to oppose it..."
"There's no need."
Lu Yang shook his head: "This sword is sharp. If Tianhun comes over, he will probably be injured. You and Tianhun need to be used in more meaningful places."
Saying this, he took a step forward.
Seeing this scene, the evil consciousness of the Great Sword Ancestor instantly sneered: "Not running? That's right, Heaven Treading Great Perfected Lord, the current me cannot kill you."
"But inflicting a severe injury that's hard to heal is still doable."
Hearing this, Lu Yang shook his head, having no intention of responding. He knew that speaking was useless; the reason the evil consciousness was evil lay in its extreme nature.
Moreover, the [Fated Death] from the Sword Lord was getting closer and closer. He was going to die soon. Unless he could truly save him, saying anything was useless, just a waste of breath... Besides, exactly as he said, if he really let the evil consciousness unleash this sword, he was bound to suffer a huge loss.
Because this was a sword of consciousness.
In the mortal world, this sword wouldn't stir up even a slight breeze. But in the Dark Aspect, this was the sharpest precious sword; what it slew was the Dao Heart consciousness.
But it didn't matter.
No matter how powerful the sword, if it can't be drawn, it's all an illusion.
In this instant, Lu Yang's eyes became incredibly deep, connecting with his main body outside the Light Sea, and thunderously pouring down wonders from the absolute summit of the [Heavenly Palace]!
The next second, a brightly shining precious sword appeared out of thin air in Lu Yang's hand. Descending simultaneously was a wonder presenting Bagua patterns, vibrant mountain colors, and shifting like smoke and clouds. The two merged, finally manifesting an endlessly surging river at the bottom of Lu Yang's eyes.
[Dripping Essence of Heaven]
Empowered by this wonder, Lu Yang impressively saw that long river symbolizing [Destiny], witnessing countless future developments and scenes.
Every scene was of the evil consciousness drawing its sword.
And his spirit hovered above the long river of destiny, transcending past and future. With a turn of his thoughts, he changed the future presented in the scenes.
Soon, the scene changed.
Before the evil consciousness could draw its sword, he preemptively held [Tribulation Waves] and slashed out, only to be easily dodged by the opponent in the nick of time.
He failed to stop it; the opponent successfully drew the sword.
I shouldn't block like this... let's try another angle.
Lu Yang's eyes were indifferent. The scene just now collapsed, and everything started anew. Lu Yang repeated his trick, but this time the evil consciousness chose to withstand his attack head-on.
Not enough power, I need to increase the output.
The scene shattered, starting over again.
Just like this, in the surging long river of destiny, countless tributaries spread out. In every tributary, the evil consciousness would display a formidable method.
However, none of these methods exceeded the limits of Lu Yang's abilities. On the contrary, because more and more was exposed, Lu Yang's deciphering speed became faster and faster. And as the methods were continuously deciphered, the tributaries of the long river of destiny were severed one after another, until finally only one main stream remained.
[Evil consciousness, dies.]
The next second, Lu Yang opened his eyes. Reflected in his eyes, which overflowed with the light of wonders, was the evil consciousness that had just condensed its sword light but had yet to truly strike.
Shing—!
[Tribulation Waves] was unsheathed.
The sword body was nowhere to be seen. Like an antelope hanging its horns to leave no tracks, or a white steed flitting past a crack, it left no trace. It did not slay the body, did not kill the intent; it merely acted as a guide, directing destiny toward its fated future.
For a moment, all sounds faded into silence.
The evil consciousness's movements froze in place. The surrounding sword light seemed to turn into solidified crystal. Time itself seemed to have stopped its steps around him.
Not far away, the group of Dharma Body Dao Great Perfected Lords scratched their heads one after another, feeling as if something was wrong, but their limited Light of Wisdom couldn't analyze exactly what it was.
Only Pan Huang faintly sensed the truth, marveling in his eyes.
Following that, Lu Yang was seen taking a step back, and the long sword returned to its sheath with a soft click. Almost simultaneously, the time around the evil consciousness finally resumed its movement.
Boom!
Without making a single sound, those eyes full of malice shattered like glazed glass. All thoughts exploded, turning into nothingness and merging into the Dark Aspect.
And with his death, the [Fated Death] that was supposed to descend also abruptly halted, then gradually dissipated. Only the three Fasting of the Mind Sword Spirits, [Vanquishing-Demon], [Repelling-Evil], and [Subduing-Monster], remained hovering in place. However, having lost the manipulation of the main consciousness, these three Sword Spirits couldn't stir up much of a storm anymore.
"He just died like that?" someone exclaimed in awe.
"He's dead, without any suspense."
King Xi, one of the Dharma Body Dao Great Perfected Lords, had a face full of fanaticism: "What a formidable deduction method, to be able to touch upon [Destiny]. When skill approaches the Dao, it is nothing less than this!"
To put it bluntly, Lu Yang's method was forging a mini [Fated Death] out of thin air for the evil consciousness. The wonders within were unimaginable.
However, Lu Yang didn't care about the crowd's sighs at this moment.
His entire mind was focused on the scattered three Sword Spirits, and the residual concept of [Destiny] that was hard for others to notice.
"Master!"
With a wave of his large hand, Lu Yang collected everything on the spot and sent it into the Righteous Dao Banner. Then, with the proud mentality of offering a treasure, he called over Perfected One Vanquishing-Demon.
"These are all for you."
Lu Yang shoved everything over all at once.
"The three Sword Spirits originally have a massive connection with you, Master. The concept of [Destiny] is just right for you to switch to cultivating the Investiture of the Gods Method and recover your former cultivation as soon as possible."
In this regard, Lu Yang placed high hopes on Perfected One Vanquishing-Demon.
Back then, the Great Sword Ancestor was killed by the Sword Lord highly likely because he was attempting to attain a Dao Fruit related to the Dao Heart out of thin air, and he was probably close to succeeding.
The three great Sword Spirits were his foundation.
Now that these were taken over by Perfected One Vanquishing-Demon, perhaps he could continue the Great Sword Ancestor's unfinished plan from back then. As long as he succeeded, it would presumably be of immense help to him!
His own hope for the Primordial Spirit might just rest on this.
Oh right, speaking of the Primordial Spirit.
Lu Yang frowned tightly, wanting to contact Tianhun and ask what he knew in this regard. However, the next second, he changed his mind again.
...There's no rush anyway.
I finally made a trip to the Dark Aspect of the Light Sea. There is still someone else I might be able to find a way to communicate with; after all, he also has what I need in his hands.
Bu Tianque
Although the other party was currently hiding inside the [Five Elements] seal, the hiding method was only targeted at the Primordial Saint, and shouldn't be able to fool anyone other than the Primordial Saint.
As long as he put his heart into finding him, he could definitely find his consciousness body in the Dark Aspect.
Thinking of this, the matter concerning the Primordial Spirit from just now was immediately tossed to the back of Lu Yang's mind again.