The Dark Void was quiet and still, with the sound of thunder and Dao resonance echoing.
For a time, all the Dao Lords tacitly slowed their movements, looking in the direction from which the thunder originated. In a daze, it seemed a gaze was being cast their way!
The gaze itself didn't contain much mighty power. However, everyone felt as if they saw that familiar, lofty, yet diminutive figure, calmly looking down at them. It was just like when [Paramita] hadn't collapsed yet, involuntarily causing a sense of oppression to arise in their hearts.
Until a light chuckle rang out:
"Primordial Saint."
At this moment, Cang Hao stopped pretending. He calmly met that gaze, then suddenly curled his lips, revealing an arrogant and unbridled smile.
"It was one thing in the past, but now even [Paramita] is gone, and you still want to scare people with a mere gaze?"
"Send your true body over."
As his voice fell, this Dao Lord—who was usually the most low-key and never put himself forward—was the first to strike, slapping a palm towards that hazy gaze!
Rumble!
Instantly, the gaze shattered, and all the sense of oppression was swept away. The crowd successively looked at Cang Hao, especially the World Honored One, whose eyes revealed astonishment.
How fierce and unyielding!
That was the Primordial Saint's gaze. Even when a tiger falls, its prestige remains; even the Sword Lord fell silent for a moment. Yet Cang Hao was the first to strike, breaking that majesty.
Seeing this, Lu Yang smiled even more: "Senior is domineering! However, the Primordial Saint's true body hasn't appeared, just this isn't enough. Senior hasn't finished speaking your earlier words yet."
Hearing this, Cang Hao also said indifferently: "It's just a simple matter! According to my deduction, in modifying his true name, nine times out of ten he set up a ritual and placed it inside [The Supreme Grandmaster]. As long as we find a way to locate that ritual and destroy it, the things he currently controls will definitely backfire on him!"
When virtue does not match the position, disaster is sure to follow.
The name [Taiyitian] was too grand. The Primordial Saint's original name inevitably didn't possess such phenomenon and couldn't bear the concepts he exchanged for using [Taiyitian].
"I see..."
Lu Yang's gaze stirred slightly. He suddenly said: "It is impolite not to return a favor. Since Senior is so frank, this junior will not hide either, and will return a secret to Senior."
"Oh?"
Cang Hao blinked upon hearing this, glancing at Lu Yang curiously. Return a secret to me? How many years have you cultivated; what massive secret could you possibly know?
Hm? Wait.
Seemingly thinking of something, Cang Hao, who still had a "I am a dignified Dao Lord, what secret do I not know, do I need you to tell me" expression, suddenly changed his countenance.
In the next second, he saw Lu Yang's divine sense stir slightly, transmitting his voice: "The Primordial Saint's current location, barring any unexpected changes, should be a secret realm located in the Dark Void, suspected to be left behind by an Upper Realm cultivator. The Ancestral Dragon and Sisui both went there back then. The [Heavenly Scripture] that forged the false history is what the Primordial Saint obtained from there."
Cang Hao's expression turned serious upon hearing this, his mind rapidly pondering:
'[Heavenly Scripture]? What is that?'
'Could it be the item Sisui and the Primordial Saint competed over during their Dao discussion back then? A supreme treasure that forged the false history... even the [Heavenly Heart Seal] is probably inferior to it, right?'
At this thought, Cang Hao immediately shook his head:
"I know the place you speak of, have you been there?"
"That makes sense. With your Dao Lineage, it's normal to be invited. However, it's useless. Even if you tell us the location, we cannot go to that realm."
He knew nothing about the [Heavenly Scripture], but he did know there was a mysterious place in the Dark Void. When Sisui went there back then, he didn't deliberately hide it.
He even frankly described the method to go there.
However, despite several attempts by the various Dao Lords, and even with Sisui personally leading the way, they couldn't find the location of that secret realm. It seemed to be isolated by some mighty power.
Just like the [Heavenly Being's Remnant Consciousness].
Speaking of this, Cang Hao's expression was also somewhat ugly: "So, the Primordial Saint also went there back then. No wonder he is so unhurried and unpanicked, not worried about getting lost..."
He knew Sisui had gone to the [Ancestral Dragon Manor] because Sisui didn't hide things and was even very happy to share. But the Primordial Saint was different. He kept it tightly hidden from beginning to end.
It wasn't until Lu Yang pointed it out at this moment that he suddenly saw the light, understanding the reason for the Primordial Saint's disappearance.
Lu Yang took in Cang Hao's reaction completely.
In the next second, he suddenly spoke faintly, saying: "So, several Seniors are fighting to the death with us here, while the Primordial Saint is conserving his strength and storing up his energy?"
"What is this?"
"Do you think it's still when [Paramita] hadn't collapsed? Do you think we are chess pieces that can be manipulated at will? Everyone is at the same realm now!"
Cang Hao remained silent.
At some unknown time, the group of Dao Lords had stopped fighting. The Sword Lord, Myriad Laws, and Dou Xuan successively retreated, looking distantly towards the bottomless Dark Void.
Lu Yang's words made sense!
The words were rough, but the reasoning wasn't. Previously, when [Paramita] hadn't collapsed, you stood the highest and were the strongest. Everyone enduring you was one thing, and plotting could only be done in secret.
Now that [Paramita] has collapsed, you're still acting tough here?
Then didn't [Paramita] collapse for nothing!?
Of course, it was also possible that the Primordial Saint was still incredibly awesome. But without testing him out a bit and seeing clearly, which Dao Lord would be willing to resign themselves to it?
"He is waiting for Sisui."
The Sword Lord said coldly: "Sisui is about to break free. He wants to fight Sisui in his optimal state, which is why he hasn't participated in our clash from the start."
"Then we just let him wait?"
Lu Yang asked rhetorically: "Seniors, speak from your hearts. Is Sisui still his match? Even if he retrieves the lost time, can he truly win?"
The various Dao Lords successively fell silent.
There has never been anyone in the world who was invincible forever.
If it were 129,600 years ago, no one would doubt Sisui's victory. However, now, the situation had undergone a subtle change.
Because the Primordial Saint's progress had been too rapid. Residing high at the pinnacle of [Paramita], his stature was countless times higher than Sisui's at his peak. As the saying goes, standing high allows one to see far. The elevation such stature brought to one's Dao comprehension was almost unimaginable. Compared to that, Sisui had been marching in place, making no further progress.
Even if retrieving the lost time allowed Sisui to improve as well.
But the Primordial Saint's 129,600 years were built upon the foundation of the pinnacle of [Paramita]. And Sisui? How much could he improve relying on his comprehension?
The efficiency of their improvement wasn't even on the same level.
So even with the fall of [Paramita], the group of Dao Lords still tacitly agreed that the Primordial Saint was the strongest. Even if Sisui emerged into the world, he might not necessarily be the Primordial Saint's match.
Not to mention, the Primordial Saint was already publicly acknowledged as the number one in battle battles back then.
But then again—
"Seniors, two fists cannot fight four hands."
Lu Yang's voice continued to ring out, open and aboveboard: "No matter how formidable the Primordial Saint is, right now he and we are in the same realm, there is no essential difference..."
"Since that is the case, what is there to fear?"
"If we Dao Lords unite, it won't just be four hands, but a full seven Golden Core Great Perfections swarming him. The Primordial Saint cannot possibly kill us all."
"If we keep fighting like this, regardless of who wins or loses, we will definitely have to pay a massive price. When the time comes, the Primordial Saint will come out to snatch the fruits of victory, easily kill us, and then deal with Sisui. We would have made a wedding dress entirely for him... Everyone, are you resigned to this? I, for one, cannot swallow this anger!"
The Dao Lords grew increasingly silent.
Lu Yang, however, seemed to have opened the floodgates, his train of thought becoming increasingly fluent: "So rather than making a wedding dress for the Primordial Saint, why not turn our weapons around and finish him off!"
"Who asked him to be the strongest."
"We don't necessarily have to kill him. At the very least, we can probe his bottom line, preferably lightly injuring him, and then let Sisui fight him to the bitter end."
"We then watch the fire from across the river, wouldn't that be beautiful?"
Simply put—
"Everyone, why don't we fight the Primordial Saint together?"