Outside the false history.
The outline of [Paramita] was drawing ever closer to the false history. Aside from the Primordial Saint, who remained diminutive and invisible, the radiance of the other five Dao Lords almost pressed right against the false history.
'The flow of history is changing more and more drastically.'
'A brand new future is about to be generated.'
'What about the Primordial Saint? Why hasn't the Primordial Saint made a move? In this situation, only by forcefully intervening with [Inevitable Fate] can everything be guided back on track.'
'Could it be he has already sensed something...'
The thoughts of the Dao Lords surged within the dark void. Falling upon the present world, however, there was only dead silence. The bizarre and motley colors were enough to cause anyone to drop dead just from taking a single glance.
Finally, a Dao Lord spoke:
"We cannot wait any longer."
The Dao Lord speaking was the Sword Lord. The resonant hum of a sword carried resoluteness, yet it did not echo loudly, merely falling into the concepts manifested by the World Honored One and Cang Hao:
"With the false history changing to this extent, the possibility of Sisui escaping has greatly increased. Dragging this on will only cause unexpected twists and turns. It's better to initiate a step early, directly extract the [Heavenly Dao] from the [Five Elements], shake the foundation of [Paramita], and force the Primordial Saint to take a step down first."
It wasn't that the Sword Lord couldn't tolerate Sisui escaping.
But right now was too early. Sisui's escape had to be based on the [Heavenly Dao] already finding a new host, not just escaping whenever he pleased.
Therefore, as things stood, the situation was already somewhat slipping out of control.
Thinking of this, she decisively made a decision:
"Initiate the [Heavenly Dao] first to draw away the Primordial Saint's energy. Then, we will head into the false history, erase all variables, and pull the situation back on track."
"But if we do that, it's equivalent to openly telling the Primordial Saint that his deity transformation and ascend plan to has collapsed. What if we push him into a corner and the great battle erupts prematurely..."
Cang Hao's voice carried doubt.
After all, one thing was undeniable: the Primordial Saint's strength was absolutely on a different tier among the Dao Lords. In a one-on-one fight, absolutely no Dao Lord could contend with him.
Even the Sword Lord back then, under the circumstance that the Primordial Saint had not yet fully recovered from his injuries after suppressing Sisui, had to command the [Heavenly Dao] to barely fight him to a mutually destructive draw. And today, many years after the Primordial Saint reached the summit of [Paramita], the Sword Lord no longer had the confidence to do it again.
"The deity transformation and ascension is the best opportunity."
"At that time, the Primordial Saint will be staking everything on a single throw. When we initiate, he will be powerless to attend to it, and in the end, he will have no choice but to fall together with us, narrowing the gap in stature to the maximum extent."
"But right now, he can still handle things with ease."
"If we initiate now, we might force him to take a step down, but the ones who lose afterwards will definitely be us. The many years of accumulation of the [Heavenly Dao] could all be exhausted."
"Why not... change our line of thought."
Right at this moment, the World Honored One suddenly spoke: "Don't think about initiating the [Heavenly Dao] prematurely, but rather find a way to make the Primordial Saint initiate his deity transformation and ascension plan prematurely."
"...Oh?"
Hearing this, the Sword Lord and Cang Hao immediately looked over: "How to make it premature? Ling Xiao has already left the Netherworld; no one can refine the Nascent Soul Pill anymore."
"That is incorrect."
Speaking of this, Buddha light suddenly lit up in the depths of the World Honored One's eyes. His consciousness crossed the present world and went straight into the Netherworld, connecting with the dead soul he had specifically sent in back then.
[Precious Shimmering Radiance Bodhisattva]
Back then, he sent this dead soul into the Netherworld precisely to monitor the Ancestral Dragon, who had secretly infiltrated the Netherworld using the identity of [Perfected Lord Azure Firmament].
And after learning of the Primordial Saint's scheme concerning the Ancestral Dragon, he had further strengthened the surveillance.
Now the payoff had come.
"The Primordial Saint hasn't been idle during this time. He's been constantly tampering with the Netherworld. That [Perfected Lord Azure Firmament] has already taken over Pill Cauldron's identity right now."
Speaking of this, the World Honored One lowered his eyelids, feeling somewhat disappointed.
At this moment, he had already realized that the person who decisively abandoned Mu Changsheng and infiltrated the false history was absolutely not his junior brother's chess piece.
In other words:
'Beast Taming... you really are still that stupid!'
He could totally imagine that his junior brother had eighty percent likely been deceived by that [Perfected Lord Azure Firmament], which was why he allowed the other party to take over Pill Cauldron's position.
After the disappointment came even stronger anger.
Raising his head, the World Honored One wore his eternally unchanging compassionate smile, staring straight at the diminutive, lofty figure at the end of [Paramita].
'Old bastard... sooner or later, I will have you fall.'
Withdrawing his gaze, The World Honored One calmed his state of mind and spoke again: "Right now, the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill likely only lacks [Mount Longhu]. It can already be said that everything is ready."
"This is easy to handle."
Cang Hao said directly: "I can send a message to Emperor Cang, tell him to find a way to lose a few battles and send some materials over, further facilitating the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill."
"Once the Nascent Soul Pill is completed, the Primordial Saint's deity transformation and ascension will be right around the corner."
At the end of [Paramita].
The diminutive figure stood there, quietly looking down. The conversation among the three Dao Lords—the World Honored One, the Sword Lord, and Cang Hao—was within his line of sight.
Of course, he didn't know the content of their conversation.
However, this didn't stop him from making a judgment: 'Can't sit still anymore? That's normal. But their choices are limited. The most likely one...'
The Netherworld, the Nascent Soul Pill.
'The [Five Elements] have weakened, their mighty power transferred to the [Heavenly Dao] by something I cannot detect. The foundation for deity transformation and ascension is already tottering.'
'Under these circumstances, they will definitely coordinate secretly to accelerate the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill as quickly as possible, making me initiate the deity transformation and ascension as soon a possible so I can throw myself into their trap.'
Thinking of this, the Primordial Saint smiled.
"Since that is the case, I will grant your wish."
In his eyes, following the conversation of the Sword Lord and the others, the [Variables] gathering in the Great Karmic Net representing the false history skyrocketed by another large chunk.
"This is the worst-case scenario, but it is also the best opportunity."
"Fellow Daoist Sisui."
In the next second, a subtle emotion finally surfaced in the depths of the Primordial Saint's icy eyes. His gloomy voice echoed just like that at the end of [Paramita]:
"I am waiting for you to come out, to continue that Dao debate from back then!"
False history, 129,600 years ago.
Looking ahead, the towering [Heavenly Dao] sat at this point in time, dividing the past and future moments, and also locking down the space-time origin of the entire false history.
'Rumble!'
Once again, a rumbling sound echoed from the depths of the [Heavenly Dao]. This was the Dao sound stirred up by Sisui, a symbol of his continuous bombardment against his prison.
Soon, a figure appeared within the [Heavenly Dao]. It was exactly Xiu Zhen, who had draped Sisui's remnant thought over his body to blend in. And in his hand was a fragile Foundation Establishment soul. Lu Yang, through [Marionette], was sizing up the surroundings with great interest.
They ventured deeper.
This time, with Xiu Zhen's Primordial Spirit amplification, the [Heavenly Dao] didn't detect the slightest anomaly, allowing them to easily approach its deepest part.
Subsequently, a five-colored precious seal surfaced from the chaos.
Behind the seal was an unfathomable pitch-black vortex, leading to an unknown destination. Time, karma, and all things were twisted within the vortex.
However, precisely within such a vortex, both Lu Yang and Xiu Zhen could feel an eternal, unchanging aura. Like a heaven-supporting white jade pillar, like a sea-spanning purple-gold beam, it stood firmly and steadily within the pitch-black vortex. Cultivating the true self, completely unaffected by external objects.
Sisui was inside.