Outside the false history.
Following the turbulence of the false history, the pitch-black cosmos—which had originally been merely an aggregation of concepts and interlaced Dao Lord wills—suddenly began to collapse, revealing clear outlines.
[Paramita] was drawing closer.
When all the Dao Lords elevated the mighty power they sent down to the world, the originally lofty and invisible [Paramita] would sink accordingly, drawing ever closer to the present world of the sea of light.
And among the descending mighty power of the Dao Lords, a rosy glow converging billions of colors was the most noticeably suppressed. It was none other than the Dao Arts Dao Lord. Although the Spiritual Power Dao Lord tried his best to help share the pressure, the combined forces of the World Honored One, the Sword Lord, and Cang Hao still weakened his mighty power by more than half.
The reason was very simple.
'Is it Miao Le?'
Within the boiling rosy glow, his thoughts raced: 'I sensed earlier that he had already begun integrating the [Yellow Millet Dream] into the false history. Did he alter the flow of history?'
His thoughts carried both surprise and doubt.
It shouldn't have been this fast.
Miao Le might misjudge the specific situation of the false history, but as a Dao Lord, he certainly wouldn't. He knew very well the massive flaw in Miao Le's Dao Heart cultivation.
In fact, from the very beginning, he had never counted on Miao Le being able to expand the [Yellow Millet Dream] across the entire false history during that era where heroes gathered. His original intention was for Miao Le to wait. Wait until the Great Sword Ancestor had slaughtered everyone in the world and Dao Heart cultivators had completely withered away, and then Miao Le would emerge to clean up the mess.
He also wasn't worried that Miao Le would be killed by the Great Sword Ancestor.
After all, Miao Le's main body was the rare beast named [Taiyi], which inherently possessed an extremely strong immortality. Under the condition of being at the same stature, it was incredibly difficult to be slain by anyone.
The Miao Le in the false history was only an Immortal Bridge Great Perfected Lord, which was why he had died. However, the Miao Le from the true history was already a Heaven Treading Great Perfected Lord who had created a perfect plane.
Originally, for the Dao Arts Dao Lord, the best method would actually have been to send Miao Le directly into the era of the false history after the Great Sword Ancestor had slaughtered the world. However, Miao Le wasn't the only one who entered the false history; others had also been sent in by Dao Lords, and they had gone to an earlier era.
Therefore, Miao Le had no choice but to follow them.
Otherwise, if someone else altered history closer to the source, Miao Le, situated downstream in history, would only be eating their leftovers, rendering whatever he did meaningless.
"Everyone... this doesn't seem right."
At this thought, the Dao Arts Dao Lord immediately transmitted his doubts: "It's highly unlikely that Miao Le changed the flow of history. It might be someone else!"
These words weren't directed at the Sword Lord and his group.
After all, apart from Miao Le, it was obvious that the remaining two were connected to the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the World Honored One. They would be even happier if it was someone else who altered history.
Therefore, the Dao Arts Dao Lord's voice mainly echoed upwards.
Pointing directly at the Primordial Saint.
"That consciousness that slipped into the false history under Fellow Daoist's watchful eyes is likely the one making trouble. Fellow Daoist, don't you want to know what the other party has done?"
"..."
At the highest point of [Paramita], the diminutive figure did not respond. He simply maintained his indifferent gaze, calmly watching the chaotic, difficult-to-discern false history below.
His perspective was completely different from the other Dao Lords.
In the eyes of the other Dao Lords, the fluctuations in the false history represented a crisis, the risk of things gradually slipping out of control. However, in his eyes, it was entirely different.
'Variables...'
The Primordial Saint's gaze rippled slightly. Like a bright mirror falling upon the false history, it astonishingly illuminated a scene that none of the other Dao Lords could see.
It was countless points of light.
One by one, streak by streak, speeding over like meteors from every corner of the sea of light. They were the variables of people, the variables of objects, the variables of events.
Their numbers grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into an indescribable sea of stars. And the Great Karmic Net corresponding to the false history hovered in the center of the sea of stars. Like a bottomless black hole, it voraciously and unscrupulously devoured and absorbed the variable stars within.
[Variables] were converging.
The other Dao Lords' worries were correct; there truly was a massive [Variable] brewing in the false history, and it was precisely this variable that had changed the flow of thing.
However, the Primordial Saint didn't mind.
Or, to be precise, this was exactly what he desired.
'...The more, the better.'
Boundless and boundless, a surging river.
Lu Yang's figure was like a fish. Under the amplification of the blazing white light of the [City Rampart Earth], he swam against the rushing river current, struggling forward toward the source.
'I didn't expect the false history to also have a Great Karmic Net...'
Lu Yang strained his eyesight to the limit. The originally mighty river gradually revealed a net-like structure in his eyes, identical to the Great Karmic Net of the present world.
However, unlike the present world, the Great Karmic Net of the false history lacked any radiant amplification. All the karmic threads were dim and had no impact whatsoever on the true present world. They were quite fragile. From this perspective, the so-called false history was actually more like a super-massive Karmic Scene.
Lu Yang sighed in his heart and forged ahead.
As time passed, the pressure brought by swimming upstream grew stronger and stronger, even causing the blazing white light on his body to faintly show signs of disintegration.
'I'm almost out of strength.' Lu Yang frowned slightly.
At this moment, he wasn't the True Lord of the [City Rampart Earth]. He was merely relying on [Fate Revolution], coupled with his Heaven Treading realm high stature and Dao comprehension, to forcibly activate the profound wonder.
This kind of application ultimately had its limits.
To put it plainly, it was using absolute power to break through technique—using his super-high power to push the method of the [City Rampart Earth], using ten parts of effort to leverage one part of effect.
'But... it's still too fast.'
How long had it been? He hadn't even traced back a thousand years of time, yet with his Heaven Treading realm stature, he was nearly exhausted. It was mostly because there was an obstruction at the source.
Of course, he also had a very simple countermeasure.
[Unbound by Heaven and Earth].
As long as he activated this innate talent, Lu Yang believed the obstruction from the false history would instantly vanish. But after pondering for a moment, he still chose to abandon the idea.
'It's not the time.'
'This innate talent must be used at the final, decisive moment. Exposing it before then will only add more variables to my plan out of thin air.'
Thinking of this, Lu Yang formed a hand seal, drew more profound wonder from the [Heavenly Palace], and fiercely charged against the increasingly strong obstruction in the false history.
He originally intended to head back first if it didn't work. However, right at that moment, a booming sound seemed to drift leisurely from the source of the false history.
"Rumble!"
In that instant, the obstruction originally from the false history suddenly weakened by several degrees. Lu Yang seized this opportunity, breaking through in one fell swoop, and the path finally opened up.
'Is this... Sisui?'
Lu Yang knew that even though he was trapped at the source of the false history, Sisui had never given up struggling. He was constantly bombarding this prison of time.
It seemed futile.
But now, it was precisely this futile effort that had lasted for countless years that became the straw that broke the camel's back, allowing Lu Yang to arrive here!
Lu Yang raised his head. In his line of sight was a vast, boundless passage that seemed to contain the infinite light and colors of the sea of light, which conversely made it appear chaotic and desolate. One end of it was anchored in the false history, while the other end plunged into darkness. Only the heavy sounds of bombardment echoed within the passage.
[Heavenly Dao].
'This is it.'
Never for a moment had Lu Yang been this close to the truth from 129,600 years ago. He felt like a tiny ant that had accidentally wandered to the feet of a giant.
He strained his eyes to observe as much as possible.
'Back then, it was this [Heavenly Dao] that connected history and the Dao Lords' battlefield, receiving the World Honored One to participate in the great battle and complete that instance of altering causes and shifting effects.'
Therefore, one end of the [Heavenly Dao] was anchored in the false history.
As for the other end that plunged into darkness, although he couldn't see clearly, he could faintly make out an outline. Without a doubt, that was Sisui's figure!