Outside the false history.
Just as Lu Yang deciphered the historical fog left by Ling Xiao and saw that message transmitted across time and space, the false history was once again thrown into turmoil.
Then, the figures on [Paramita] made their move.
Located on the fourth layer, the figure shrouded in a vast, boundless radiance suddenly reached out, an endless array of mighty power gathering between his palms and fingers.
"Everyone..."
His palm seemed to reach down from [Paramita], aiming to smooth out the turbulent waves that still roiled the false history up to this moment, and to part the thick fog of history.
"If we just keep watching, the variables are too great."
A simple sentence, yet each word was like a towering divine mountain, carrying immense weight, ready to smash into the false history and seek out the source of the sudden changes.
However, before it could reach its destination, a rosy glow formed by Dao Arts intercepted it midway. Colors that exhausted mortal imagination clashed in the dark void. Even if a mere sliver leaked out and fell into the mortal realm, it would be enough to trigger a large-scale collapse of a world realm. At this moment, the mighty power of the Dao Lords was fully on display.
"Cang Hao, why the rush?"
The voice of the Dao Arts Dao Lord carried a hint of a smile. Despite their seemingly amiable conversation, behind it lay a merciless, full-power clash that caused the turbulence to intensify.
Right at that moment, the hum of a sword abruptly rose.
"Clang—!"
A magnificent sword light, like a long streak of silk, slashed open a long river of destiny. It too seemed intent on entering the false history to see what exactly had happened.
"Splash."
The sound of rushing water rang out, drawing closer. At first, it was merely the gentle murmur of a babbling brook, but it quickly turned into the heaven-shaking roar of a river emptying into the sea.
A bottomless ocean of spiritual power blocked the Sword Lord's path at this moment. Although the sword light advanced unhindered, almost cleaving the ocean in two, the ocean reformed in the next second, completely unscathed. Ultimately, the mighty power that fell into the false history was weakened so much that it couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple.
This was the advantage of standing lower.
In the clashes upon [Paramita], the Spiritual Power Dao Lord was no match for the Sword Lord. But when it came to interfering with the present world, the Spiritual Power Dao Lord held the upper hand over the Sword Lord!
"Myriad Treasure!"
Cang Hao's voice drifted down, causing the gaze of the giant golden Buddha on the second layer of [Paramita] to shift. After pondering for a moment, he slowly reached out his palm.
"Rumble!"
The World Honored One's participation finally tipped the scales. But just then, a faint yet lofty mighty power suddenly joined the Dao Lords' battlefield.
In an instant, all the Dao Lords simultaneously looked up.
The one who had intervened was remarkably the Primordial Saint!
This culprit, who had caused the false history to become blurry and difficult to pry into, remained silent at this moment. His intervention was solely to maintain the balance.
What exactly was he thinking?
As the master of [Inevitable Fate], he should have been the Dao Lord who detested [Variables] the most. Why was he allowing the false history to remain in this state where variables ran rampant?
The Dao Lords had no way of knowing.
For a time, the wills of all the Dao Lords clashed violently above the false history. Yet, no one noticed that a single will silently floated down.
Like a drop of water merging into the sea.
Like Lu Yang, this will retained no mighty power. It was only thanks to his extremely high essence as a [Primordial Spirit] that he could move freely within the false history.
He quickly found the time point where his target was located.
..
Immortal Calendar Year 3, Jiangxi Spirit Mountain.
Miao Le opened his eyes from his meditation and gently rubbed the center of his brow, feeling a sharp sting. Consequently, he simply swapped out this consciousness and let a new one take over.
This was [Taiyi].
Every consciousness entity possessed its own personality and true self.
However, they shared a "consensus," which was the pursuit of the Dao. Therefore, regardless of which consciousness entity it was, none would give up their pursuit of the Great Dao.
Although the expansion of the [Yellow Millet Dream] wasn't going smoothly, Miao Le's heart dedicated to seeking the Dao didn't waver in the slightest. He had experienced similar failures countless times when he first stepped out of his mother womb. Now, it was just doing it all over again. The experience of failure would only make him stronger.
However, right at that moment.
Miao Le's field of vision suddenly sank. A consciousness completely surpassing his own descended, transforming into boundless darkness that expanded before his eyes.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
Steady footsteps approached.
Within the darkness, a figure bearing infinite radiance slowly walked out. Miao Le still couldn't see his face, but could sense that he seemed to be smiling.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist."
"I see that Fellow Daoist has successfully integrated the [Yellow Millet Dream] into the false history. I imagine you must have already sensed the faint presence of [Yin and Yang], haven't you?"
"Thus, you should know that I did not lie to you."
"The false history has no Dark Aspect of the Light Sea. By substituting it with the [Yellow Millet Dream], Fellow Daoist is perfecting the yin and yang concept of the false history, and can thereby seek the unorthodox path to [Yin and Yang]."
Hearing this, Miao Le's gaze finally focused, staring straight at the Nameless Dao Lord before him. After a moment of silence, he spoke faintly, "What Your Excellency said is indeed true, but the expansion of the [Yellow Millet Dream] is not going smoothly. Your Excellency seems to have never told me that the Great Perfection of the Dao Heart is not the limit."
"..."
The Nameless Dao Lord's pause lasted for less than a split second. Then, his voice rang out again, incredibly natural, as if he had intended to say this from the very beginning:
"That is exactly why I came here!"
The Nameless Dao Lord's tone was incredibly sincere and solemn as he said:
"The Great Perfection of the Dao Heart is, of course, not the limit. Above it are the Fasting of the Mind and the Primordial Spirit. It's just that the Dao Arts Dao Lord erased this knowledge from your cognition."
"Previously, when Fellow Daoist was in the outside world, it wasn't convenient for me to tell you directly. The secret of the Primordial Spirit is a shared understanding among the Dao Lords. Telling you without authorization would not only be of no benefit to Fellow Daoist, but would actually be harmful. That is why I waited until you entered the false history and escaped the Dao Lord's line of sight before specifically coming to hand this method over to you."
After speaking, he took out a Dao scripture.
Miao Le focused his eyes, and the title on the book's cover instantly entered his sight.
[Heart-Cleansing Chapter]
In the next second, the Nameless Dao Lord's voice sounded again: "This is a Dao Heart cultivation method created by Sisui. Back then, it was also widely circulated in the sea of light."
"Today, I present it to Fellow Daoist."
"...Many thanks, Your Excellency."
Miao Le thanked him and accepted the Dao scripture, but internally he was pondering, 'This person is indeed as cautious as ever, not revealing the slightest flaw.'
Although he possessed no memories related to Dao Heart cultivation, since the Nameless Dao Lord had said so, he surely wasn't afraid of him investigating it afterward. Therefore, this statement was most likely true. Trying to find clues related to him through this [Heart-Cleansing Chapter] was probably impossible.
"Speaking of which..."
Right at that moment, the Nameless Dao Lord suddenly changed the subject. "Fellow Daoist has been staying in the false history for some time now. Have you encountered any peculiar individuals?"
"For example, someone who, like you, came from the true history, but possesses an exceptionally low cultivation."
The Nameless Dao Lord's gaze was profound. "Think carefully, Fellow Daoist. It's unlikely that the other party can hide completely. Even if their true body isn't revealed, there should be some clues left behind."
"..."
Miao Le furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
Although he had previously encountered a cultivator who could barge into the [Yellow Millet Dream] and possessed a higher Dao Heart cultivation than him, leading him to believe the other party might also be from the true history...
He quickly realized he was wrong.
Such existences were ubiquitous in this false history. The sword light that had nearly severed the [Yellow Millet Dream] with a single breath just now was what truly left him with lingering fear.
Although he had seen the Great Sword Ancestor back in the day, he had never imagined the other party would be this strong.
After all, he hadn't even possessed the qualifications to exchange blows with the Great Sword Ancestor back then.
From this perspective, it was entirely reasonable that the mysterious person's Dao Heart cultivation surpassed his own and originated from the false history. They couldn't possibly be a cultivator from the true history.
Therefore, after some thought, he shook his head:
"I haven't met anyone like that, nor are there any clues."