Outside the false history.
As Lu Yang entered the [Heavenly Dao] seal and conversed with Sisui, the long river of karma of the entire false history astonishingly surged with turbulent waves and billows under his influence.
And above the false history.
At the very end of the outline of [Paramita], that unattainable diminutive figure suddenly felt a sensation in his heart. His originally tranquil thoughts experienced a subtle disorder.
'The Heavenly Scripture...'
The Primordial Saint's gaze abruptly condensed, falling upon the turbulent space-time at the origin of the false history where Sisui was sealed. A hint of solemnity and anticipation surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
'Just now, someone other than Sisui was in contact with the Heavenly Scripture. Who was it. Have they already reached this step? The speed is even faster than I imagined... Since that is the case, it is also time to go take a look at the changes in the false history. Moreover, if I don't loosen my grip, Nian Yao and the others will probably truly lose their patience.'
Thinking of this, the Primordial Saint's thoughts stirred slightly.
Almost simultaneously, the originally intertwined mighty power of the Dao Lords below, following the Primordial Saint's intentional concession, caused the scales of victory to abruptly tilt towards the Sword Lord and the others.
'Hm!?'
In the next instant, the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the World Honored One simultaneously sensed the Primordial Saint's mighty power drop. Their mighty power rapidly revealed thoughts of invigoration.
'The Primordial Saint cannot sit still anymore.'
'I also sensed it just now. An error occurred at the origin of the false history, suspected to be someone deceiving the [Heavenly Dao]... It seems he isn't truly as steady as Mount Tai.'
'Make a move!'
In an instant, as the Dao Lord of Dao Arts and the Dao Lord of Spiritual Power were suppressed, the Sword Lord and the other two Dao Lords finally each extracted an extremely weak amount of mighty power. It wasn't that they didn't want to advance further, but the moment they had this thought, the Primordial Saint immediately turned his weapon and struck back, suppressing them once again.
'Too weak...'
'What can this little bit of mighty power do? At most, it can only send one more person in. Does the Primordial Saint merely want to borrow our hands to take a look at the false history?'
'Only look, not act?'
'it's not feasible...'
The thoughts of the three Dao Lords clashed and quickly arrived at an answer: 'Since that is the case, wanting to send a decisive powerhouse in to change the flow is impossible.'
'Send a weakling in.'
'If a weakling wants to change the flow of history, they must know enough intelligence. Only then can they deflect a strong force with weak force, using the body of an ant to pry open the overall situation.'
'We shall give it to him.'
'Then... who to choose?'
The Dao Lords' resolve violently smashed into the present world at this moment, inspecting all sides. A moment later, they selected a contemporary cultivator capable of bearing this resolve.
Present world Immortal Nexus, Overseas.
Time came to a halt here.
A streak of escaping light, which had already left the Saint Sect and was hurrying towards the Overseas Immortal Alliance, froze because of this. The middle-aged Daoist within the escaping light raised his head, his gaze revealing astonishment.
The Daoist's appearance wasn't considered outstanding, and could even be described as ordinary. However, the heaven-piercing sharpness between his brows that couldn't be erased no matter what distinguished him from other cultivators. His Great Perfection divine abilities operated violently at this moment. His originally tiny soul rapidly climbed towards the heights in this instant.
It was Chong Guang!
"Rumble!"
At this moment, it was as if hundreds of millions of thunderbolts exploded in his heart. Chong Guang only felt the world spinning before his eyes, until a boundless long river entered his sight.
'This is...'
He exhausted all his strength to widen his eyes, gazing as far as he could, operating his divine sense, yet still unable to clearly see the appearance of the long river. This feeling was incredibly horrifying.
It was as if he were merely a single drop of water within it.
However, precisely at this moment, something seemed to proactively approach him. Only then did he, in a daze, catch a glimpse of a tiny sliver of secret.
It was six figures.
They occupied the various nodes of the long river. Past, present, and future seemed to be merely sketches under their pens, able to be wantonly rewritten by them.
At this moment, three figures cast their gazes upon him.
Merely from being glanced at, Chong Guang felt an intense pain originating from his soul. And this wasn't even the true bodies of those three figures!
'Those are... shadows.'
They were shadows of six majestic existences, their mighty power reflecting the sea of light and projecting onto the long river. If not for that, with his cultivation, he would have already dropped dead at this moment!
Thus, the identities of those taking action were self-evident.
'Dao Lords!?'
Thinking of this, even with Chong Guang's resilience, he felt somewhat bewildered at this moment. This couldn't be, right? What virtue or ability did he have to warrant Dao Lords taking action against him?
However, soon enough, Chong Guang had no mind to care about so much. Accompanied by the intense pain originating from his soul, a massive amount of forbidden knowledge was directly poured into his sea of consciousness. History, Immortal Calendar, Heavenly Lord, Great Sword Ancestor... It was a history spanning a hundred thousand years, and at this moment, he knew it all!
In the next instant, Chong Guang plummeted.
"Splash!"
Like a single drop of water smashing into the long river, Chong Guang's figure plunged into the false history, rapidly swallowed by the karma that flickered like spray.
The flow of history changed once again because of this.
Within the false history, [Dao-Attaining Hidden Profound Palace].
After Lu Yang's main body soul replaced the consciousness and took command of the false history, he awakened from his meditative state and saw the worried faces of Nether Whisper and Vanquishing-Demon beside him.
"Patriarch, Master..."
Before Lu Yang's voice faded, Patriarch Nether Whisper's reprimand echoed like a torrential downpour: "Acting recklessly, is this kind of perilous situation something the current you can casually act recklessly in?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Yang was rendered speechless. He turned his head to look at Perfected One Vanquishing-Demon, only to see the other party also nodding solemnly, wearing an expression of deep agreement. It made his scalp tingle, and he could only explain: "This is my Dao. My Dao is about to be attained, this path must be walked no matter what."
"You ah..."
Hearing this, Patriarch Nether Whisper sighed. However, the wood was already made into a boat; as things stood, it wasn't easy for him to say much more. He could only repeatedly remind Lu Yang to be absolutely careful.
Lu Yang naturally agreed profusely.
A moment later, as the rays of divine light dispersed, Bu Tianque's figure vanished. The Old Dragon Lord, who had been tense for a long time, finally let out a long breath.
Subsequently, his line of sight focused slightly.
Wherever his gaze went, he saw two figures with extraordinary bearing standing respectively. Besides them, there was also a Daoist in a dark robe looking at him with great interest.
In the next second, the Old Dragon Lord rolled towards the dark-robed Daoist without hesitation.
"This little dragon thanks Senior for the grace of saving my life!"
It had to be said, the Old Dragon Lord shouted this sentence absolutely sincerely. Heaven knew what kind of humiliating matter he would have suffered if Lu Yang hadn't taken action just now.
Seeing this, Lu Yang also smiled.
'The current Old Dragon Lord actually has a bit of the feel of the present world.'
Thinking of this, Lu Yang immediately chuckled lightly and said casually: "Rest assured, I am not someone who kills indiscriminately. Not a single one of you Fellow Daoists will die."
These were words of grand amnesty, yet the Old Dragon Lord didn't feel the slightest bit of joy.
To tell the truth, if Lu Yang had directly killed them, things would actually be easier to handle. After all, the true spirits and lives of these Dragon Lords were all in the hands of the Heavenly Lord.
If they died, they could naturally find a way to be resurrected.
Yet now Lu Yang put on a magnanimous posture, expressing he wouldn't kill them. This actually made the Old Dragon Lord feel it was thorny. This meant he had other designs, surpassing even their lives.
Thinking of this, he became increasingly careful and cautious, saying respectfully:
"We overseas demon cultivators do not belong to the orthodox lineage and are difficult to present in elegant settings. We will remember Senior's grace, we just fear our strength falls short and we delay Senior's plans..."
Lu Yang smiled: "Rest assured, you won't delay it."
The Old Dragon Lord's thoughts grew even heavier, yet he didn't dare show it, only able to continue:
"May I boldly ask Senior, what are your intentions?"
As his voice fell, Lu Yang raised his head. His gaze seemed to pierce through the [Dao-Attaining Hidden Profound Palace], seeing a certain consciousness that constantly hovered outside the grotto-heaven, never dispersing.
The Heavenly Lord.
His greatest obstacle in the false history. If he wanted to perform the act of changing heaven and earth, only the Heavenly Lord was an irrefutable enemy on his Dao path. Only life and death could resolve it.
At this thought, Lu Yang slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice:
"I desire, to seal the heaven!"