"Myriad Treasure..."
Above [Paramita], the fierce fire into which the World Honored One transformed upon entering Nirvana caused the gazes of all the Dao Lords to solidify, and also illuminated the eyes of all living beings in the mortal world.
Instantly, indescribable mighty power descended from the absolute pinnacle of [Paramita], filling the universe, freezing the present world. Finally, a pair of indifferent eyes surfaced, casting a gaze down from infinite heights, meeting eyes with the giant golden Buddha who was also looking up while gradually disappearing into formlessness.
Seeing this, the corner of the World Honored One's mouth raised slightly.
Surprised?
In the next second, the diminutive figure located at infinite heights finally spoke. Within the profound voice that reached the heavens and penetrated the earth, a trace of indescribable emotion astonishingly appeared.
"Myriad Treasure..."
The voice carried anger, doubt, and even shock.
Although these emotions weren't heavy, like a single ripple upon a calm lake, even so, it was still enough to make the other Dao Lords feel alarmed.
Because the Primordial Saint's composure broke.
That lofty concept of controlling everything, as if the ending was predetermined, wavered. Evidently, he never thought the World Honored One would actually do this!
That was the position of a Dao Lord.
The pinnacle of the sea of light, an honored position countless lower cultivators dreamed of sitting upon, yet it was abandoned by the World Honored One without the slightest hesitation or pause.
This kind of resolve to abandon one's own interests did not conform to the disposition a Dao Lord should have and completely exceeding the Primordial Saint's expectations. This was why it stirred up a ripple on the lake of his mind. Moreover, because of the World Honored One "jumping ship," the originally steadily ascending [Paramita] came to a halt at this moment.
The Primordial Saint exhaled deeply.
In an instant, all negative emotions were completely exhaled by him. The thoughts in his eyes regained an indifference like a calm lake, beginning to seek a way to remedy the situation.
"...Who is it?"
The Primordial Saint looked down upon the Dark Void, muttering to himself: "Beast Taming has changed, Myriad Treasure has also changed. What exactly happened? Who gave them the courage to change?"
Sisui?
"Or perhaps... is it that rat from outside the Dark Void?"
Rumble!
As his voice fell, the Primordial Saint's line of sight followed the physical body of Feixue occupied by the Ancestral Dragon. Following the clues, he grasped the unseen connection and went straight into the Dark Void.
At this moment, his eyes changed.
His originally indifferent eyes astonishingly surged with endless emotions. No longer like a calm lake, they instead became incredibly vivid, filled with all sorts of feelings.
Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, worry, grief, fear, shock. All the emotions you could imagine in the mortal world seemed to converge in the Primordial Saint's eyes at this moment. Although this was entirely different from the state the Primordial Saint usually maintained, falling into the eyes of the other Dao Lords, it only made them feel terror.
"Unbelievable."
Seeing this scene, intense apprehension instantly surfaced in the Sword Lord's eyes:
"The Dao is ruthless yet has feelings. The Primordial Saint's attainments in the Primordial Spirit have become even more refined; Sisui is also inferior to him. No wonder he has walked faster and faster these years..."
In the next second, the Dark Void opened wide.
The Primordial Spirit thoughts contained in the Primordial Saint's gaze seemed to ignite a fire. Brilliant light illuminated the Dark Void, exposing everything hiding within it.
Looking out, one saw profound stairs of white jade, and immortal palaces standing in great numbers. Within them were endless rosy light and swirling immortal qi. Incalculable deities shuttled through the palaces, laws and principles were orderly, and the heavenly order was clear. It seemed to be a fifth super world realm, yet it towered above the mortal dust, a residence of immortals and gods!
[Heavenly Palace].
And at the very top of the Heavenly Palace, the Lingxiao Hall opened wide. The Heavenly Emperor's figure slowly walked out from it, meeting the Primordial Saint's gaze across the Dark Void.
"Hm?"
A hint of speechlessness entered the Primordial Saint's voice. The Heavenly Emperor held no secrets in his eyes; he almost instantly saw through the other party's origins.
"[Method og Traversing the Mortal Dust]."
"I didn't expect that in the present world where the secret of the Primordial Spirit has already been locked, there would actually be someone who could cultivate this method. However, what remains here seems to be merely a consciousness."
Thoughts flickered through the depths of the Primordial Saint's eyes.
If it were within his power, what he most wished to do was to strike down at once—crushing the Heavenly Emperor, along with that [Heavenly Palace], into flying ash on the spot.
Yet he could not.
In the state of Deity Transformation and Ascension, all Dao Lords upon [Paramita] stood exceedingly distant from the present world; their influence over it had diminished to its lowest point.
And for him, who stood the highest, this was especially true.
At this moment, let alone a slap shattering the [Heavenly Palace], he couldn't even touch a single blade of grass or tree in the present world. Passing down his voice was already his limit.
But soon, the Primordial Saint noticed the trait in the Heavenly Emperor that was different from ordinary people. Ripples appeared in his gaze. Although the other party hadn't spoken a single word, upon reaching a certain realm, that kind of temperament couldn't be hidden. Looking at the Heavenly Emperor, the Primordial Saint almost subconsciously gave rise to a thought:
'Could this person... be of my tutelage?'
Following only the Dao, viewing all things as false, and therefore using any means necessary. This was his first time seeing a person possessing this kind of temperament. He resembled him even more than the World Honored One did!
At this thought, the Primordial Saint immediately made a judgment.
"This Fellow Daoist."
The profound voice echoed, the tone gently coaxing: "Although Sisui's [Method of Traversing the Mortal Dust] can be attained quickly using the false history, it will also cause significant hidden dangers because of it."
"If my expectations are correct, Fellow Daoist's other consciousness should presently reside within the false history. You share the same origin—does Fellow Daoist truly possess absolute confidence in defeating the other?"
"I can lend you a hand. Cultivate my method, and there is no need for the unification of good and evil. Relying solely on yourself, you may directly forge a Primordial Spirit…"
The Primordial Saint's words were very sincere.
In all fairness, this was perhaps his most sincere moment ever. As his voice fell, he even directly sent over his own method as well.
[Heaven-Reaching Incantation of Seven Emotions].
Seeing this, the Heavenly Emperor's gaze focused, sweeping his divine sense over it.
Completely different from the [Method of Traversing the Mortal Dust], it didn't distinguish between good and evil, but instead enlightened the seven emotions, and then forgot emotions, until reaching the Dao Heart state of "the sage is not benevolent".
The Primordial Saint truly didn't deceive anyone this time.
With this [Heaven-Reaching Incantation of Seven Emotions], he could completely detach from the identity of the "Good Consciousness" and seek the Primordial Spirit alone, seeking a higher realm.
This method would endow him with humanity.
He would have his own true self.
It was all benefits, without a single drawback. Or rather, all the drawbacks would be borne by Lu Yang's main body, whose Primordial Spirit cultivation would inevitably fail because of it.
And this was also the Primordial Saint's goal.
Thinking of this, an incredibly complex expression appeared on the Heavenly Emperor's face. Yet he didn't pay attention to the Primordial Saint, but instead looked towards the false history where Lu Yang was.
As the "Good Consciousness", his nature was to use any means necessary to pursue the Great Dao, practically a mini Primordial Saint. So when the Primordial Saint offered such good conditions, he should accept them both emotionally and rationally. This was also a temporary calculation the Primordial Saint made after seeing the underlying nature of his temperament.
—However, he ignored one key point.
Simply put, although the Heavenly Emperor was a mini Primordial Saint in all aspects, in one crucially important area, there was a decisive gap between him and the Primordial Saint.
He had no Light of Wisdom; his talent was insufficient.
At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor only felt his heart full of grief and indignation, unable to resist the urge to hurl a torrent of abuse: "[Heaven-Reaching Incantation of Seven Emotions]???... I can't f*cking understand it!!!"
Then, in a flash of insight, realization dawned upon him:
'The main body had long anticipated this situation.'
'He was never worried.'
After all, Lu Yang had always possessed clear self-awareness. He understood it well—although the Heavenly Emperor, born from him, was singularly devoted to the pursuit of the Dao and bore the lofty ambition to transcend the mortal dust—
In the end, he was simply incompetent.