Tianhun's words instantly invigorated Lu Yang.
Before this, he had constantly been thinking and worrying that even if he could elevate the stature of the [Heavenly Palace], he wouldn't be able to withstand it himself and would become lost in the Void.
It was the so-called—[if virtue does not match the position, disaster will inevitably follow].
However, now, he saw hope. The missing page of [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] was a Primordial Spirit method, and there was even the successful case of the Spiritual Power Dao Lord!
According to Tianhun, Sisui used the missing page of [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] to let people experience the myriad states of the mortal world, allowing obsessions to manifest into tangible people. The Spiritual Power Dao Lord refined the Primordial Spirit because of this, gaining the foundation of a Dao Lord... Looking at it this way, it is perfectly normal for the Spiritual Power Dao Lord to have schemes regarding this.
It all matched up.
Lu Yang couldn't help but stroke his chin. Thinking from this perspective, the probability that the nameless Dao Lord was the Spiritual Power Dao Lord was truly getting higher and higher.
Could he really have exposed his own identity, playing 'darkness under the lamp' with him?
However, this method of refining the Primordial Spirit should have a flaw.
Lu Yang remembered that after the [Paramita] collapsed, the Spiritual Power Dao Lord's state was the worst.
The Spiritual Power Dao Lord's problem doesn't lie in receiving Sisui's elevation when attaining the Dao. These things actually don't matter. As long as you can reach the top of the mountain, who cares if you climbed on foot or took a cable car? What truly worsened his state was the gap in the Primordial Spirit. His foundation had problems!
This might be the drawback of being opportunistic and taking a shortcut.
Of course, Lu Yang didn't care about this. To him right now, any drawbacks of taking shortcuts were nonsense. The priority was to figure out a way to reach the finish line first.
"...Hm?"
Right at this moment, Lu Yang suddenly raised his head, a sensation arising in his heart, and looked in a certain direction.
[The Mortal World].
While Lu Yang and Tianhun were discussing the Primordial Spirit method, Lingxiao wasn't idle either. He was currently playing with a jade slip flowing with rosy light with great interest.
This jade slip was given to him by the nameless Dao Lord.
He still hadn't opened it to look at its contents, but merely sized it up with a scrutinizing gaze, as if returning to that day tens of thousands of years ago.
His eyes were filled with a sneer.
Using me as a chess piece... without even looking at who you are.
Are you the Primordial Saint?
If it were that old thing, then fine. He'd admit he was formidable. If he used him as a chess piece, he'd have no other choice but to gratefully accept it.
But the nameless Dao Lord?
A person who hides their head and shows their tail. Seemingly exposing their identity, but actually harboring deceit. If we had competed in the same generation back then, it's still unknown who would have become the Dao Lord!
Lingxiao was proud. Even for the Dao Lords in the sky, he revered their strength and called himself a lowly one to their faces, but that didn't mean he truly submitted to every Dao Lord in his heart. In his eyes, there were actually only two Dao Lords truly stronger than him: one was the Primordial Saint, and the other was the World Honored One.
Besides them, he believed he wasn't inferior in the slightest.
After pondering for a moment, Lingxiao slowly gripped the jade slip tightly and made a few preventive arrangements. Only then did he split off a strand of divine sense and slowly make contact with it.
Instantly, the world spun.
By the time he recovered his senses, he discovered that a tall and straight figure had abruptly appeared beside him at some unknown time. It was exactly that nameless Dao Lord.
Lingxiao's expression remained unchanged, knowing this wasn't the Dao Lord descending, but an illusion within the jade slip.
"What I want you to retrieve is a scripture."
The ethereal profound sound drifted out from around the nameless Dao Lord, carrying a smile: "Although it's a scripture, it could actually be any object in the false history."
"A piece of rough paper, a stone stele, a flying leaf."
"All are possible."
"If there are no accidents, the point in the false history you are heading to is roughly one hundred and twenty-eight thousand six hundred years ago. That is quite a good time."
At this moment, the world in the depths of Lingxiao's eyes changed. The nameless Dao Lord's profound sound transformed into the only sound between heaven and earth; everything else was stripped of its brilliance, almost bringing his thinking to a standstill. He knew this bizarre state all too well—it was the feeling of memorizing taboo knowledge!
What did I just hear?
He tried his best to recall, his thoughts spinning desperately in the dead silence, like crawling with great difficulty while carrying a massive mountain on his back. Only after a long time passed did he finally gradually wake up.
"After the battle suppressing the Ancestral Dragon, the [Paramita] was damaged, and all the Dao Lords were heavily injured."
"Afterward, the various Dao Lords recuperated and repaired the [Paramita], only waiting for the [Paramita] to fully recover before they could ascend to the peak and seek the Dao."
"However, it was also at that time."
The words spoken by the nameless Dao Lord were recalled bit by bit by Lingxiao:
"In less than a hundred years, Sisui and the Primordial Saint once again initiated a world-shaking battle in the Light Sea. And what they fought over was the Heavenly Scripture I want you to find."
"That world-shaking battle was extremely special."
"Because it wasn't a battle. After all, if it were solely a battle, the Primordial Saint's stature at the time was insufficient, he is not Sisui's match. In a prolonged battle, he would have undoubtedly lost."
"However, the Heavenly Scripture doesn't recognize this. It only recognizes the Dao."
"Therefore, the competition at the end came down to three Dao Disputes between the Primordial Saint and Sisui to determine the ownership of the Heavenly Book... In the end, the Primordial Saint won."
Hearing this, Lingxiao's thoughts spun slower and slower, until the [Fate Revolution] from Lu Yang within his sea of consciousness seemed to sense it, abruptly shining brightly. A crimson prairie fire swept through his sea of consciousness, which shared a portion of the burden for him, allowing him to continue digesting the information.
"Three Dao Disputes: disputing Heaven, disputing Earth, disputing Man."
"Disputing [Heaven] competed on the profound truths of the Great Dao. In this round, Sisui was a cut above. The Primordial Saint regretfully lost due to insufficient cultivation and stature."
"Disputing [Earth] competed on the profound mysteries of heaven and earth. In this round, the Primordial Saint was a cut above. Sisui focused heavily on self-cultivation and didn't understand enough about the heaven and earth of the Light Sea."
"Finally, disputing [Man]."
Speaking of this, the nameless Dao Lord suddenly sighed. The deep and gloomy sigh carried a hint of helplessness: "In this round, Sisui suffered a crushing defeat in the end."
"Sisui did not understand the human heart."
"Therefore, in the end, the Primordial Saint obtained the recognition of the Heavenly Scripture and left with it... And Sisui, unwilling to accept it, set off the Battle of the Dao Lords a mere three years later."
The nameless Dao Lord's words fell.
It wasn't until then that Lingxiao let out a long breath, thinking it was finally over. However, the next second, an even more terrifying sense of oppression transmitted from the profound sound.
"The Primordial Saint sealing Sisui into the false history was certainly a brilliant method."
"However, on the other hand, the Heavenly Scripture he originally used to refine the false history could no longer be taken out. Unable to continue evolving history, it had to be buried along with Sisui."
"Since then, the Heavenly Scripture has reverberated within the false history."
"With your Dao comprehension, as long as you seek to attain the unorthodox path of [Yin and Yang] within the false history and strive for a breakthrough, you will inevitably trigger the Heavenly Scripture to appear around you."
"What you need to do is find it."
"As for the method to identify the Heavenly Scripture, it is also very simple... Although the Heavenly Scripture is impermanent and can be a flower, a leaf, or a stone, there is a sentence written upon it."
"As long as you remember this sentence, you can find the Heavenly Scripture."
"No matter how it changes its external physical form, this sentence will inevitably be on the title page of the Heavenly Scripture. It should have been left by the mighty figure who wrote that Heavenly Scripture."
"The content of the sentence is..."
Speaking to this point, boundless wonders completely filled the entire illusion. The oppression from the taboo knowledge chopped down on his body like a celestial river.
Relying solely on Lingxiao alone, it would take at least three years to digest it and recover the circulation of his thoughts.
Now, with Lu Yang sharing the pressure, he barely managed to reduce the three years to half a year, hearing the final profound sound left by the nameless Dao Lord in the jade slip:
[I abhor the injustice of Heaven and Earth, and the inequity of the Great Dao—now, I shall set it right for you all]
(End of chapter)