Outside the false history.
A dim, massive net was spread across the cosmos. Above this net, densely packed concepts shimmered with a myriad of colors, illuminating the pitch-black universe so that it was entirely transparent and bright.
Standing amidst these concepts were six figures.
Spiritual Power, Dao Arts, Sword Lord, Cang Hao, World Honored One, and the high and mighty Primordial Saint—the Dao Lords who ruled the sea of light had the false history surrounded in the center.
At this moment, they stood upon [Paramita]. Their true bodies were not revealed; only their gazes fell upon the scene, and their concepts manifested. They were truly as towering as the heavens and as vast as the sea. If a cultivator below the Dao Lord realm were to stand here, forget about a Heaven Treading Great Perfected Lord, even a Perfected Dao Sovereign would undoubtedly meet a dead end.
Right at this moment, however.
"Hm. This is..."
Suddenly, a soft gasp of surprise echoed. The corresponding point in time was exactly the instant Miao Le integrated the [Yellow Millet Dream] into the false history, triggering the Dao Lords' senses.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, the nearly frozen concepts surrounding the false history came alive. The majestic wills of the Dao Lords violently clashed within the dark void.
"It's [Taiyi]. It actually didn't die."
"That rare beast from back then?"
"Myriad Laws, you've got a lot of nerve. You actually dared to nurture it, even helping it reach the Late Stage of the Golden Core. Could it be you want it to attain the Dao?"
"Aren't you afraid of a backlash from your own pet?"
The voices of the Dao Lords boomed and echoed. There was surprise, indifference, warning, and curiosity. Among them, only the voice of the Dao Arts Dao Lord remained as calm as ever:
"To achieve extraordinary things, one must naturally walk an extraordinary path."
"Now that what is done cannot be undone, rather than questioning me here, fellow Daoists, why not continue to wait and see what this false history will eventually turn into?"
His words brimmed with absolute confidence.
On the other hand, the auras of the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the World Honored One fluctuated slightly. After all, they didn't want to expend so much effort only to pave the way for someone else's success.
Thus, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.
[Laojun Temple].
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Lu Yang sat cross-legged at the very top. A halo of light behind his head, resembling the setting sun, cast down streaks of afterglow.
Below, Perfected One Yu Hua wore an ugly expression.
Behind him were astonishingly over thirty stretchers. Lying on each stretcher was a cultivator with their eyes closed, fast asleep and even snoring.
After a moment of silence, Lu Yang slowly spoke:
"...How long has it been?"
Perfected One Yu Hua took a deep breath and whispered, "Replying to the Immortal, it has been three days... and Feng'er. Even though the child's injuries have healed, he hasn't woken up either."
Just a month ago, a peculiar narcolepsy suddenly appeared among the mortals and cultivators under the jurisdiction of the [Laojun Temple]. Initially, it only affected frail mortals, but it later spread to young adults, and then to cultivators in the Early Stage of Qi Refining. Now, the affliction had spread so far that even those at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining had fallen victim to it.
'It must be related to that strange wind from a month ago!' Perfected One Yu Hua gritted his teeth.
Hearing this, Lu Yang also rubbed his chin.
'The soul isn't damaged, the physical body hasn't changed, and there are no fluctuations in spiritual power. The only thing that has vanished is their consciousness.'
"Interesting..."
He had already examined these cultivators. Compared to the previous dragon species, this peculiar narcolepsy—a method to make someone fall into an endless slumber—was far more profound.
However, he couldn't figure out who had done it.
'I can first rule out Dharma Body and Spiritual Power. They don't have the capability.'
'Dao Fruit? To reach this level, it would at least have to be a Supreme Dao Fruit. Yet, none of the profound wonders of the Five Elements Supreme Dao Fruits have anything to do with dreams.'
'The Five Great Heavenly Destinies? Nobody cultivates those.'
'Does that mean it's Dao Arts?'
Lu Yang pondered back and forth. After running through the possibilities, he felt that only cultivators of the Dao Arts Dao, who possessed the most numerous and complex methods, could pull off something like this.
Furthermore, it couldn't just be an ordinary Dao Arts cultivator. Perfected Lords and even Great Perfected Lords would fall short. It had to be a Heaven Treading Great Perfected Lord who had forged a perfect plane. Just like the World Honored One's [Foundation Establishment Realm], they would need to embed the plane into heaven and earth, turning it into the foundation of myriad phenomena, in order to exert such a large-scale influence.
Thinking of this, a name sprang to mind:
'The first disciple of the Dao Arts Dao Lord!'
That cultivator who had been sent into the false history along with him and Ling Xiao. In his previous life, he had revealed his aura and seemed to want to compete with Ling Xiao for the [Tribulation].
'I underestimated him!' Lu Yang thought in astonishment.
'I thought that no matter how formidable he was, he would merely be a Heaven Treading realm cultivator elevated by the Dao Arts Dao Lord. I didn't expect him to actually forge a perfect plane and advance to Heaven Treading using that...'
The value of these two paths was completely different!
Being elevated by a Dao Lord ultimately relied somewhat on external power, whereas a perfect plane was obtained through self-cultivation. If the two were truly compared, the latter held an absolute advantage.
In the next second, Lu Yang suddenly stood up.
'Unlike me, there's an eighty percent chance this guy entered with his main body, just like Ling Xiao... However, he has an advantage over Ling Xiao. He is an ancient cultivator who survived from the ancient era.'
Therefore, unlike Ling Xiao, he could completely kill his counterpart in the false history and replace him... But correspondingly, his identity was also very easy for Lu Yang to guess: 'According to the ancient records, in this era, the only Dao Arts cultivator with a resounding reputation is that Dream Immortal, Miao Le.'
"This is perfect."
Lu Yang took a deep breath. A crimson light originating from [Fate Revolution] emerged, swirling and hovering around his fingertips, presenting concepts of infinite change.
He would test this person!
'My plans haven't even unfolded yet, but he has already made a move. If I don't figure out his background, I'm afraid I'll fall a step behind and then keep falling behind, eventually reaching a point of no return.'
Lu Yang didn't know what the other party's intentions were, but that didn't stop him from interfering. After all, one thing was very straightforward: the other party putting cultivators to sleep severely impacted his spread of the Investiture of the Gods Method. Just this point of conflict alone made their antagonism so sharp that it was impossible to resolve.
"Boom!"
Lu Yang pointed his finger, and the radiant light of [Fate Revolution] instantly fell into the bodies of the slumbering cultivators below, causing his own vision to suddenly turn pitch black.
Soon, however, a dreamlike radiance illuminated the darkness.
As far as his eyes could see, it seemed like there was boundless spiritual light floating about. Every streak of spiritual light resembled a picture scroll, vividly engraving the appearance of a cultivator.
However, the paintings were not empty. Instead, they were filled with a dazzling array of things. There were mountains, rivers, and grotto-heavens, as well as pavilions, terraces, and towers. The cultivators could enter secluded cultivation within the paintings, or indulge in pleasure. They were free and unrestrained in all their actions, without any bindings. They wore satisfied smiles on their faces.
[Yellow Millet Dream].
'It really is a perfect plane!'
Lu Yang instantly realized where he was. It was just as he expected. At the same time, he quickly located the positions of the picture scrolls corresponding to those dozens of cultivators.
And this was merely a drop in the ocean.
Looking out, Lu Yang astonishingly saw over a hundred million picture scrolls arrayed before him, stretching endlessly toward the horizon. It was truly a majestic and magnificent sight.
The vast majority of them were mortals.
A small fraction were at the Qi Refining stage.
Currently, there were no Foundation Establishment Perfected Ones among them. However, according to Lu Yang's calculations, as the plane before him continued to operate, this was only a matter of time.
This feeling was like standing in a pool, watching the water source flow endlessly, the water level gradually rising. The creatures with a lower stature would be submerged first—mortals, then Qi Refining cultivators, and moving upwards, Foundation Establishment. Given time, would even Perfected Lords be unable to escape its influence?