Above [Paramita].
All the Dao Lords remained silent, quietly watching the fall of [Paramita], looking down at the sea of light, watching the two torrents of karma converge and the present world alter as a result.
Only after a long time did a voice sound:
"The Netherworld hasn't been destroyed, Sisui is about to break free. And now a great cultivator of unknown origins has popped out, cutting off our connection with the sea of light."
All bad news.
"Pitying and saving all living being with a crimson heart, reforming and transforming the universe to bring forth a new spring." The Sword Lord's cold voice did not conceal anything: "An arrogant and ignorant fellow, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth!"
On the other side, Cang Hao's divine sense also harbored hidden anger, for no other reason: the Investiture of the Gods Dao Lineage currently enveloping the sea of light was originally something they valued, waiting to use it to repair the [Heavenly Dao]. Yet now, the other party had achieved it a step ahead, and the talent they had originally set their sights on actually bit back at them.
Preposterous!
"No wonder Myriad Treasure left so decisively, he had probably thought of this long ago." The Dao Lord of Dao Arts' tone was faint, carrying a trace of indescribable emotion.
Strictly speaking, the current situation was advantageous to them.
Because with the return of the false history, the resurrection of Sisui, the revival of the Dharma Body Dao, and the reconvergence of the Three Foundations, both his and Dou Xuan's strength would experience a leap.
However, he couldn't feel happy.
'There are too many competitors.'
The World Honored One, Dao Tianqi, and now a newcomer had appeared. Someone always has to rise to the top, and if someone rises, someone must fall. A new generation always replaces the old.
So who is going to be replaced?
Will it be him?
Even if it isn't him, it is highly likely that Dou Xuan will be replaced. Yet he is also one of the Three Foundations; if he perished, there would be no one to replace him in the short term.
As a result, he would also suffer losses.
Moreover, although Dou Xuan wasn't very strong, he was very self-aware. He had always followed his lead all these years, and was a very satisfactory ally.
Since that is the case—
'I still have to find a way to eliminate at least one competitor.'
The Sword Lord spoke again:
"Dismantle the first and second tiers."
"Since someone wants to play the hero, then teach him a lesson. Smash him and the sea of light behind him to pieces, and force Dao Tianqi to come out and block it again!"
The Dao Lord of Dao Arts immediately stated his position: "Agreed."
Seeing this, Cang Hao and Dou Xuan also readily agreed.
Then, the four Dao Lords raised their heads in unison, looking at the diminutive figure standing at the pinnacle, who remained indifferent even in the current situation.
However, the Primordial Saint didn't say a word.
He completely ignored the gazes of the Dao Lords below, staring fixedly at the convergence point of the karmic torrents of the false history and the true history somewhat entranced for a moment.
And there, a figure was becoming increasingly clear.
Dharma Body Dao Lord, Sisui.
'129,600 years. After taking back the lost time, where can you reach? Still Golden Core Great Perfection, or like the Ancestral Dragon?'
In a daze, the Primordial Saint seemed to return to that Dao discussion from back then.
In the three Dao struggles of Heaven, Earth, and Man, he only lost in [Heaven].
In cultivation, he was inferior to Sisui.
'Without relying on a Dao attainment land, depending solely on self-cultivation to shed your mortal coil and return to the Primordial, becoming a Dao Lord like the Ancestral Dragon? Do you really think you can achieve that?'
No one understood the natural chasm in this better than the Primordial Saint.
So he sincerely hoped:
'You'd better be able to do it.'
'If you can't... then this time, it will be me taking the lead again.'
"Rumble!"
At the very pinnacle of the sea of light, the crimson radiance surged like a falling star—driven by an unyielding will, bearing unmatched brilliance—as it brazenly collided with the descending fire of the collapsing heavens.
In an instant, boundless torrents of flame roared forth, clashing against the crimson light and grinding against it. One side consumed, the other replenished—ebb and surge in endless exchange. Where they met, time itself fell into disarray. In that moment, the number of collisions no longer held meaning; what remained was the most primal contest of sheer power.
"Time turns, all things transform—casting away the old, establishing the new!"
Lu Yang formed a hand seal. Crimson brilliance burst forth from his glabella and features, streaming behind him like a war banner unfurled to the heavens.
And at his back—
Countless overlapping shadows of myriad forms gathered and layered without end, converging into a presence ever more vast, ever more immense, shaping into an overwhelming expanse of light and shadow.
[Divine Offerings].
With the appearance of this profound wonder, Lu Yang saw that a tall woman with high-spirited brows had appeared beside him at some unknown time.
Looking at the other party, a wicked sense of humor suddenly arose in him:
"Fellow Daoist, would this count as relying on myself?"
Perfected Lord Feixue smiled in response. "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to take me for a rigid person. Human strength has its limits—I understand well that there are times when one must be flexible."
"So I can tell Fellow Daoist this…"
"Of course it counts."
As her voice fell, Perfected Lord Feixue's figure dissipated.
Then, the Eight Trigrams pattern slowly unfolded like a scroll. Heaven, earth, wind, thunder, water, fire, mountain, marsh—the changes in the nature of things were all within it, similarly throwing themselves into the light and shadow.
[Dripping Essence of Heaven].
This time, the one who appeared was Perfected One Vanquishing-Demon. He didn't say much, merely patting his shoulder, and then using his actions to express his attitude.
The light and shadow expanded further.
The third to surface was a vast and boundless sea.
[Mortal Dust Tribulations].
Within the illusory sea, Ling Xiao's figure surfaced, carrying a bit of resentment: "Fellow Daoist, I was locked up for a full hundred and twenty thousand years!"
"Back then, I told you to come save me quickly."
"Where were you?"
Lu Yang grinned: "The capable do more work, right? Didn't Fellow Daoist naturally break free in the end anyway? Passing this hurdle, Fellow Daoist's Dao Path is thoroughly unblocked."
"It better be."
Ling Xiao sneered: "If my Dao Path is still severed when the time comes, then don't blame me for falling out."
As his voice fell, he also merged into the light and shadow.
Following him was a figure dressed in white, with a pair of eyes full of the Light of Wisdom, yet carrying gentleness and encouragement. He similarly didn't say much.
Wordless, but doing good deeds.
Patriarch Nether Whisper walked into the light and shadow. And behind him, a giant hand covering heaven and earth slowly opened, grasping numerous profound wonders in one palm, kneading them into one.
[Heaven within Palm].
At this point, the originally extremely massive, world-realm-sized illusory light and shadow expanded, almost occupying more than half of the sea of light domain.
Until Lu Yang slowly raised his palm.
[Fate Revolution].
"Rumble!"
In an instant, a deafening, primordial voice resounded throughout the sea of light. The [Heavenly Palace], which had once stood beyond the Dark Void, fully descended into the sea of light!
Soon after, both the [Heavenly Palace] and Lu Yang's main body merged into that vast expanse of light and shadow. Like the most potent catalyst, their union triggered a second explosive surge—causing the radiance to swell until it nearly filled the entire sea of light. Endless brilliance layered upon itself, merging and interweaving, no longer distinguishing between self and other, until at last it surged upward with violent force—
Meanwhile, upon [Paramita]:
"Are you serious? To reach such a level…"
"Who exactly is this person?"
"Unbelievable…"
All the Dao Lords fixed their gaze upon the transformations within the sea of light, not daring to blink. Even the Primordial Saint lowered his eyes slightly, a trace of astonishment surfacing in his gaze.
Because—
the sea of light had risen to its feet.