Heaven-Reaching Boy spoke very pleasantly.
However, Feixue completely didn't take it seriously, and even found it funny. In her view, the Primordial Saint was not as capable of handling things with ease and skill as Heaven-Reaching Boy claimed.
That gloomy color in her own sea of consciousness was ironclad proof.
Of course, this didn't mean the Primordial Saint was easy to deal with. It was even exactly the opposite, because the Primordial Saint had almost no arrogance whatsoever and didn't care about face.
His favorite thing was challenging those above his level.
Seizing others' foundations for his own gain was second nature to him.
As an expert, and currently the strongest expert in the Light Sea at that, this style of the Primordial Saint made him extremely difficult to deal with. It could even be said he had no flaws to speak of.
Whoosh, whoosh...
At some unknown time, Heaven-Reaching Boy's figure had already disappeared. The originally stagnant sea of clouds began to flow anew, with divine senses full of astonishment interweaving within.
"Where is that person who forcefully barged into the mountain gate just now?"
"Hiss! Watch your words..."
Because Lingxiao's incarnation had forcefully barged into the mountain gate just now, the startled Perfected Ones of the Saint Sect, after a brief moment of shock, immediately reacted and swiftly vanished without a trace.
Sacred Fire Cliff.
The woman dressed in white quietly descended, only to see someone already waiting outside the hall. At a glance, his appearance was ordinary, save for a soaring sharpness between his brows.
It was exactly Chong Guang.
Looking at this disciple who had reincarnated as a Natural Immortal Spirit, Perfected Lord Feixue's expression relaxed slightly. Then, she said faintly: "You came because of the [Overturned Lamp Flame]?"
The turmoil caused by [Sky-shrouding]'s emergence a while ago undoubtedly affected the lower-realm cultivators. Not just the [Overturned Lamp Flame], but also [Silted Sand Earth], [White Wax Gold], and [Eternal Flowing Water]. All cultivators whose Dao Fruits corresponded to these four and who aspiraed to seek the Golden Core almost all suffered a devastating disaster.
For example, Perfected One Warding-Evil of the Sword Pavilion, and another example, Chong Guang right here.
However, unlike Perfected One Warding-Evil, who had given himself up to despair, although Chong Guang's Dao path was also severed, he remained calm, without the slightest hint of depression or discouragement in the depths of his eyes.
Good ambition. It's always better than having none.
Seeing this, Perfected Lord Feixue was quite gratified. No need for many words, she already understood Chong Guang's thoughts, and immediately said: "The overseas Immortal Alliance... perhaps you can give it a try."
"Many thanks, Perfected Lord."
Only after watching Chong Guang leave did Perfected Lord Feixue withdraw her gaze. Chong Guang had a Dao he must fight for, and she was the same. In the eyes of the Dao Lords, there wasn't much difference between them.
She walked into her bedchamber. From behind her came the muffled sound of the main doors closing. Wonders locked down, plunging the entire grand hall into a gloom where it was difficult to see things. However, she was very clear that this little concealment method fundamentally couldn't block that tiny figure standing at the absolute apex of the Light Sea, constantly gazing at her.
She simply sat cross-legged like this and entered deep meditation.
Her sea of consciousness agitated, and her soul condensed into form. Ignoring the gloomy color close at hand, she began cultivating as usual, letting the agitated divine senses collide.
Amidst the collisions, streaks of divine sense perished and regenerated.
And during this process, a faint streak of divine sense that Perfected Lord Feixue placed high hopes upon simply flew into the gloomy color, severing its connection with her main body.
[The Mortal World].
Following the self-destruction of the Foundation Establishment incarnation, Lingxiao's consciousness also returned to his true body. Looking at Lu Yang beside him, he didn't waste words and directly sent over a streak of divine sense.
Lu Yang swept it with his divine sense and immediately grasped the entire sequence of events of this meeting with the Primordial Saint.
Thus, his expression visibly became serious.
"...Fellow Daoist has worked hard."
"Fellow Daoist should understand what I am thinking."
Lingxiao was seen with a solemn expression, turning to look at Lu Yang, and saying in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, do you think it is possible that the nameless Dao Lord is the Primordial Saint?"
This was a very bold guess.
Lu Yang also understood in his heart. The Primordial Saint seeing through the scheme of sacrificing the lesser to preserve the greater so easily, and even deducing his own existence, was indeed very frightening.
However, it was still that same sentence.
"He is bluffing."
Lu Yang shook his head: "Up to now, I have never truly shown my face, so it's absolutely impossible for him to judge my identity. At most, it's just a deduction."
Judging others by oneself, he could deduce a thing or two about the Primordial Saint's logic.
"At the time, he told Fellow Daoist to attain the Dao first and answer his question after ascending the [Paramita]. He actually had no sincerity; it was merely a verbal probe."
"Generally speaking, no one can refuse this condition."
The Primordial Saint's condition was: You attain the Dao, then tell me who the Dao Lord behind you is. I will kill him and let you take his place. It sounded quite good.
Yet Lingxiao refused.
Why refuse?
"Two reasons." Lu Yang comprehensively substituted himself into the Primordial Saint's perspective, extending two fingers, and said: "First, in theory, a Dao Lord should be impossible to kill."
After speaking, Lu Yang looked at Lingxiao: "This is where Fellow Daoist made a mistake."
"You should have asked, straightforwardly questioning the Primordial Saint, making him give a reasonable explanation... Unsurprisingly, he should have been prepared for this as well."
"But Fellow Daoist didn't even ask."
As the current strongest expert of the Light Sea, the Primordial Saint clearly stated he could kill a Dao Lord, which conflicted with the intelligence you grasped, yet you didn't even ask a single question.
This was the suspicious point.
It was almost equivalent to laying your cards on the table and telling the Primordial Saint: Regardless of whether you can kill a Dao Lord or not, my decision won't change... This was a huge problem.
Lu Yang's words made Lingxiao's expression change slightly.
A miscalculation...
Living in the Netherworld for a long time had ultimately made him quite a bit sluggish. Before even undergoing rehabilitation, he directly opened a Dao Lord-tier game, resulting in a poor performance.
"On this foundation, the Primordial Saint would naturally think of the other reason." Lu Yang withdrew his second finger: "Why are you so resolute? Considering it from the worst-case scenario, an answer leaps out: The person behind you is not a Dao Lord. Killing him can't vacate a spot for you."
That was why the Primordial Saint had that next sentence of probing.
[So that's how it is. It's not a Dao Lord, but a lower-realm cultivator.]
Fortunately, this time Lingxiao brought out the innocent expression commonly used by the Saint Sect, responding to all changes by remaining unchanged. This could be considered turning the tide; his true colors weren't probed out.
As his words fell, Lingxiao let out a long breath.
"I understand. So Fellow Daoist believes the nameless Dao Lord has nothing to do with the Primordial Saint."
"Exactly."
Lu Yang nodded. If the nameless Dao Lord were the Primordial Saint, there would be absolutely no need for him to make these probes. Once Lingxiao finished speaking, he should have understood everything.
But more importantly, based on the intelligence grasped in previous lifetimes, the Primordial Saint's original intention was hoping Lingxiao would stay in the Netherworld and fight Dao Tianqi to the bitter end. It was highly unlikely for him to let him go to the false history to attain some unorthodox path of [Yin and Yang]. After all, messing around like this truly carried the possibility of releasing Sisui and creating variables.
Right at this moment, Lu Yang's heart suddenly stirred slightly.
It was touched...
The [Fate Revolution] he had gone through untold hardships to leave in Feixue's sea of consciousness suddenly jumped inexplicably just now. She actually couldn't hold back this quickly?
Thinking of this, Lu Yang immediately shifted his gaze.
Above and below the great river, the torrential flow was suddenly lost.
Perfected Lord Feixue stood calmly on the river. This was a streak of her divine sense, bearing all the memories of her main body, yet having severed all connections with her main body.
Otherwise, she worried she would invite a wolf into the house and let the Primordial Saint discover clues.
At this very moment, her gaze stared straight at the crimson brilliance before her eyes, until a burst of melodious footsteps gradually transmitted from within the brilliance.
Tap, tap, tap...
Along with the sound of footsteps came a light chuckle: "I thought Fellow Daoist wouldn't contact me this quickly."
Hearing this, Perfected Lord Feixue didn't have any hesitation. She immediately bowed in salute, her tone meticulous as she said: "Xue Feihong pays respects to Senior."
Having spoken, she raised her head.
The brilliance was dazzling. The two gazes intersected. Once upon a time, the two sides were also like this, only now, their positions had already undergone a reversal.
It was his turn to be on top.
(Author's Note: End of chapter)