At this moment, Lu Yang was equally indifferent.
Mu Changsheng raised his head, the colorful light in the depths of his eyes sparkling brilliantly, simply locking gazes impartially with that tiny figure residing high in the [Paramita] just like this.
Time turned around and drifted further and further away from him.
History inverted at this moment.
In a trance, he seemed to see all sorts of past events. He saw history walk over from behind him, cross past him, and walk frankly towards the "future".
While he was walking towards history.
During this process, that scrutinizing gaze from the tiny figure never once moved away, simply as if it wanted to thoroughly weld itself onto his body.
Lu Yang wasn't surprised.
The Primordial Saint's ability to deduce that someone stood behind Lingxiao—and even narrow it down to Mu Changsheng—was already astonishing in itself.
More likely than not, he loosed the arrow first and painted the target afterward. As expected of the World Honored One, the so-called "first son"—there was hardly any concealment to speak of.
Even so, under the protection of the [Off-Stage Observer], it would be impossible for him to see through Mu Changsheng and trace things back to my true body. Still less could he know that my true self now lies far beyond the Light Sea.
Lu Yang's expression was calm.
He could tell that the Primordial Saint planned to lock onto Mu Changsheng. Even if he penetrated deep into the false history, he would monitor his every move, just like monitoring Feixue.
What a pity—
This move is useful, but you chose the wrong person!
The next second, at the instant history traced back to one hundred and twenty-eight thousand six hundred years ago, Lu Yang opened the [Off-Stage Observer] and then lightly wiped it.
Mu Changsheng, end observation.
Delete!
Within the false history, spray flew up. Mu Changsheng's figure simply disappeared amidst the chaotic karma, and also disappeared from the field of vision of all the Dao Lords.
"Hm!?"
Instantly, it wasn't just the Primordial Saint; all the other Dao Lords also noticed this change, simultaneously looking towards the direction where Mu Changsheng disappeared.
[Destiny] deduction? No result!
[Karma] probe? No discovery whatsoever!
[Fortune] lock-on? No such person found!
Mu Changsheng simply vanished out of thin air like this, without cause or effect. And the Dao Lords focusing on him, none of them saw that consciousness quietly drifting into the false history.
Using Mu Changsheng as bait to draw attention, and then taking advantage of the point in time one hundred and twenty-eight thousand six hundred years ago—merely a thousand years from the Battle of the Dao Lords—utilizing the karmic chaos born from Sisui to quietly conceal his own body, thereby jumping out of the Dao Lords' control. The entire process was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water!
Boom!
At this moment, all the Dao Lords fell into silence.
What were they thinking?
[Variable]...
The World Honored One quickly detected the gazes from the Sword Lord and Cang Hao, carrying astonishment and inquiry within. In their eyes, Mu Changsheng was his chess piece.
Little did they know, his heart was similarly full of doubts at this moment.
Are Beast Taming's chess piece is truly him?
And amidst the intersecting wills of the Dao Lords, a certain hidden and unissued consciousness was equally surprised: Who exactly is it? Besides me, someone else is hiding?
The next second, the various Dao Lords successively raised their heads.
By prior agreement, they looked towards the apex of the [Paramita], towards that tiny figure—if there was a problem, it must definitely be the Primordial Saint playing tricks!
"..."
Above the [Paramita], the tiny figure also reacted, but had no intention of explaining. He merely quietly gazed at the long river of false history below.
I can't see clearly anymore...
The mighty power of the Dao Lords had made the false history chaotic, like a long river being split at its source, transforming into hundreds of millions of tributaries galloping and roaring.
Which tributary could occupy the main vein?
It was unknown.
Of course, at this moment, he only needed to take one step down to suppress everything and drag out that little mouse that hid into the false history right under his nose.
But...
What about the [Five Elements]?
And the Netherworld.
The Primordial Saint shifted his gaze and looked towards the seal of the [Five Elements]. After many days of surveying, he gradually also discovered the problem within the seal of the [Five Elements].
It has become weaker.
Although perfect on the surface, an error has appeared in its essence. It seems a new thing has been swapped in. Is it the [Heavenly Dao]? The Sword Lord and Cang Hao's handiwork...
The [Five Elements] were incomplete; an error had occurred at the root of the Deity Transformation ascension plan.
And the Netherworld.
The Primordial Saint shifted his line of sight again, as if seeing that youth located beneath the mortal world of the Light Sea, deep in the endless gloom, similarly raising his head to look towards him.
Dao Tianqi.
Beast Taming... shouldn't have awakened. He's also a trouble.
Lu Yang's previous series of arrangements impressively showed their effect at this moment. The Primordial Saint had too many things to manage, to the point of making him lose his leeway!
If he had to take a step down for the false history, then did he also have to take a step down for the [Five Elements]? And then take another step down for the Netherworld? Then he would have to drop from the seventh layer to the fourth layer, sitting on equal footing with the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the Dao Arts Dao Lord! What difference was there from cutting off his own hands and feet?
Is this also your calculation?
The tiny figure's aura slightly fluctuated, and those eyes looking down at the Light Sea grew increasingly profound: Understanding me very well, and an understanding beyond imagination at that.
Is it that scripture?
The false history, the Heavenly Scripture...
[Variable].
With this thought, the tiny figure suddenly extended his palm, like stirring a basin of clear water, and casually pressed down towards the long river of false history below.
Boom!
Instantly, the already chaotic long river of false history completely fell into massive chaos. Karma was mixed up, and history was no longer a fixed and unchanging thing.
The mighty power of all the Dao Lords was cut off.
Such a change immediately made the other Dao Lords frown. Because of this move by the Primordial Saint, they also lost their observation and control over the false history!
The underlying meaning couldn't be more obvious:
Aren't you going to make a move against the false history? Aren't you going to block my line of sight and stop me from interfering? Since I can't see clearly, then no one should see!
River water surged; the great river was vast and mighty.
Boundless water vapor rose from overseas, transforming into a sea of fog that blotted out the sky and sun, crossing the steep cliffs and galloping towards the inland of the Immortal Nexus.
Wherever it passed, torrential rain poured down.
Every drop of rainwater was like a sword descending from the sky, unscrupulously slicing the submerged populace and cultivators, letting flesh and blood dissolve in the rainwater.
The sea of fog was like a gigantic beast without a physical form, opening its bloody maw. Wherever it passed, no living beings were left; only crystal-clear white bones remained, reflected in the scenery where water and sky blended into one color. The originally flourishing "human popularity" dissipated, replaced by a sky-soaring "demonic miasama".
The first year of the Immortal Calendar. The overseas demon race invaded.
The Dao Lords had fought a great battle and no longer appeared in the world. Six Dragon Lords joined hands to attack the inland, setting off monstrous floods and torrential mudslides. Coastal sects successively moved inland to flee the disaster.
Boom!
Looking at the towering high mountain before his eyes being scoured by the flood, subsequently cracking and collapsing, the old man dressed in Daoist robes was dumbstruck. A look of despair surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
It was hopeless.
Six Dragon Lords joining hands, triggering the Dao Fruits of the Water Element, overturning the overseas vast ocean. Only those Perfected Lords residing high in the sky had the ability to protect a region.
His [Laojun Temple] was nothing more than a small sect, and as the Ancestor, he only had Foundation Establishment cultivation base. Facing such a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering great disaster, what use could he be?
However, right at this moment.
The old man's gaze abruptly froze. Yet he saw that within the towering mountain before his eyes that was destroyed and cracked by the flood, a piece of jade stone actually drifted out, flowing down with the current.
What was that?
The old man's pupils shrank abruptly. Yet he saw that the jade stone had seven orifices, and a human figure could faintly be seen inside. Only when it drifted close could he barely see the appearance within.
This is...
He saw its body was like withered wood, with white hair and a white beard. At the same time the old man looked at it, the person in the stone synchronously opened his eyes and stared straight over.
The old man saw it more clearly, but also became more confused. Because although the person in the stone had an aged appearance, he shad short arms and short legs like a child.
This was an infant with the appearance of an old man!
(Author's Note: End of chapter)