True history, sea of light.
Looking out, there was the boiling [Two Polarities Birth and Destruction Profound Light]. The two qi of Yin and Yang collided, spawning creation. The concepts of creation and destruction coexisted at this moment.
Lu Yang's heart was filled with countless emotions.
In the past, even if his cultivation had reached the Heaven Treading stage, the sea of light would still be a vast, boundless, and unfathomable region to him.
However, it was different now. With the attainment of his Primordial Spirit, his gaze no longer faced any obstruction. The once vast sea of light was now like reading the lines on his palm. Which world realm was being born or destroyed, how the mortals within a world realm lived, which cultivators were in secluded cultivation—he could observe it all clearly with a single thought.
'So this is a Dao Lord...'
In an instant, Lu Yang understood why, in the era before [Paramita] was built, Golden Core Great Perfection could be called a Dao Lord by the world.
It wasn't because of the realm.
If one had to talk about the realm, Golden Core Great Perfection was still a Golden Core. Although there was a massive gap compared to Perfected Lords below Great Perfection, it wasn't impossible to bridge.
For example, [Perfected Lord Supreme Law Upholding Origin] from his life before last.
His cultivation was only at the Immortal Bridge stage, but by elevating it at all costs and braving the risk of losing himself, he still displayed a flash of the demeanor of a Dao Sovereign.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the foundation of a Dao Lord wasn't their realm; the realm was merely a byproduct. What truly allowed Dao Lords to be so revered by the world was actually the Primordial Spirit. This perspective, capable of encompassing the entire sea of light and looking down upon myriad phenomena, was the most terrifying aspect of a Dao Lord.
'And now, I can also be considered a cultivator with a Dao Lord's perspective.'
Lu Yang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Under the perspective provided by the Primordial Spirit, the originally distinct and clear sea of light world took on a different appearance.
In a daze, he seemed to see two endless torrents on his left and right. With him as the center, they were converging together directly in front of him.
'The false history and the true history.'
Enlightenment dawned in Lu Yang's heart. The two torrents represented entirely different histories, and their convergence marked a process in which karma was being overwritten.
First they converged, then they would diverge.
"Under this state of convergence, the karmic threads of both histories are entangled. Each is both established and unestablished, shifting from moment to moment."
"Therefore, Sisui has no way to break free right now. To do so at this point would require sheer force, not alignment with the natural course. While he could gain freedom that way, he would never recover the missing 129,600 years—his cultivation would remain frozen at the time of the Dao Lord War."
And if that happened, there would be no chance of him standing against the Primordial Saint.
So he had to wait.
"He must wait until the convergence ends, until the two streams diverge once more and historical karma is fully anchored. Only then can Sisui seize the moment to break free."
By breaking free in that way, Sisui would be acting in accordance with the natural unfolding of events. Not a single moment of lost time would be forfeited—it would all be restored to him. Only then would he truly be able to decide victory or defeat with the Primordial Saint.
Right at this moment, Lu Yang's gaze suddenly stirred. Within the torrents on both sides, he saw a bright, dazzling light. If the torrents were historical karma, then every person and every cultivator within them, regardless of their cultivation level or strength, was nothing more than a swimming fish in the torrent.
It was just that some fish could swim further.
However, this one was different.
Among all the fish, only this one was the brightest. Moreover, it could occasionally leap out of the torrent. Although it ultimately still had to fall back into it, a qualitative change had already occurred.
'It's the Great Sword Ancestor!'
Lu Yang instantly realized the other party's identity. Only this half-step Dao Sovereign, a sword cultivator who had almost forged a Primordial Spirit, could possess such methods.
Thinking of this, Lu Yang reached out and tapped a finger.
In the next second, numerous scenes were reflected in his eyes. In a daze, he seemed to see a young man in commoner's clothes, sitting cross-legged on a mountain cliff.
Under the Primordial Spirit perspective, he was currently perusing the historical karma belonging to the Great Sword Ancestor.
Three segments of history.
The first segment was the current true history.
The second segment was the current false history.
However, the World Honored One once said that the current false history, due to the Dao Lords who attained the Primordial Spirit breaking away from it, actually already differed from the very first history.
Therefore, even the Great Sword Ancestor himself within the false history didn't quite understand the third segment of history. Only Lu Yang, who had attained a flawless Primordial Spirit, could see the clues clearly.
That was a legendary experience.
Because he was born with innate [Three Spirits], he had been a madman since childhood, temperamental and rejected by his family. He almost became a beggar, enduring the coldness and warmth of the mortal world.
Until one day, an aloof woman found him.
Sword Lord Nian Yao.
Gaining a Dao Lord's favor, the innate [Three Spirits] of the past were no longer a problem. Instead, they became an assistance on his path of cultivation. From then on, the golden carp transformed into a dragon, stirring the wind and clouds.
To repay the grace of her nurturing and the grace of passing down the Dao, the Great Sword Ancestor obeyed her commands completely.
He was the most useful sharp weapon in the Sword Lord's hands. And after the Dao Lord War and the disappearance of the Dao Lords, he finally became the veritable number one person in the sea of light.
Hanging his sword over Jiangnan, no one in the world dared to compete with him.
Lu Yang's brow gradually furrowed.
This was something he hadn't anticipated beforehand—that the Great Sword Ancestor harbored a deep feeling of filial affection towards the Sword Lord, which could even be described entirely as reverence.
On his path of cultivation—
The Sword Lord was not only a mentor but also a mother and even a friend. That gently guiding, virtuous and talented appearance was completely different from the impression Lu Yang had.
No one's personality is formed completely naturally without external influence.
The reason the Great Sword Ancestor could develop a personality of caring for mortals was, firstly, because he grew up in the mortal streets and markets since childhood and was originally a mortal at the very bottom.
Secondly, it was because of the Sword Lord's teachings. In the history Lu Yang saw, the Sword Lord's teaching of the Great Sword Ancestor could entirely be described as tireless instruction.
Everything she taught was also positive concepts. Besides that, the Sword Lord also frequently took him to interact with Sisui, further deepening this point.
Lu Yang instantly realized something was wrong.
'This is intentional.'
'The Sword Lord nurtured the Great Sword Ancestor in this manner entirely by design. Even the most upright can be ensnared through their own sense of righteousness. This was clearly a calculated move—laying the groundwork to exploit him at a decisive moment and scheme against him.'
Soon, Lu Yang's thoughts were verified.
Lu Yang's gaze gradually focused. Soon enough, within the Great Sword Ancestor's historical karma, he saw the historical node with the greatest karma and the strongest impact.
It was a conversation.
The speaker was a woman, yet only the outline of her figure could be seen. Her face was blurred and unclear. Her voice was indifferent, carrying an aloofness unsullied by mortal dust:
"Sanhe, Sisui has gone to war."
Within the scene, the Great Sword Ancestor was also somewhat nervous: "Why is this? We clearly just suppressed the Ancestral Dragon, why must Lord Sisui insist on making a move against Lord Primordial Saint?"
"I do not know either."
The aloof woman shook her head: "Sisui said the Primordial Saint is plotting something massive, and that the [Paramita] suppressing the Ancestral Dragon harbors other intentions. None of us could persuade him otherwise."
"In short, we will be heading to the Dark Void in a period of time. We cannot let Sisui truly kill the Primordial Saint. I hope we can persuade both sides not to fight."
The Great Sword Ancestor couldn't help but nod upon hearing this.
Only Lu Yang sneered endlessly. She doesn't know? What a joke! In the matter of suppressing Sisui, the Sword Lord undoubtedly exerted a great amount of effort.
Would she not know?
Who is she trying to fool!
This was purely relying on the Great Sword Ancestor lacking sufficient cultivation, his perspective not being high enough, the information gap, and the fact that he wouldn't suspect her. Only then did she dare to speak such words.
Immediately after, the Sword Lord in the scene was seen continuing:
"However, after we leave, the sea of light will have no Dao Lords presiding over it. I am worried something will happen. After all, the Ancestral Dragon was only recently suppressed and still possesses residual strength to break free."
Speaking of this, the Sword Lord's aloof voice seemed to gain a bit of warmth, carrying a bit of compassion for the world, as she stared straight at the Great Sword Ancestor:
"Can you help me protect the myriad living beings in this sea of light?"