The Dark Void was turbulent.
As the current ruler of the Light Sea, Lu Yang's perception couldn't be clearer. For a moment, an indescribable joy suddenly welled up in his heart.
This wasn't his emotion; it was the Light Sea's.
The vast Light Sea rejoiced at the return of the person before him. Because of him, the Dharma body and Yin-Yang completely returned, and the ten Great Daos of the Light Sea were finally perfected.
I lack nothing now!
However, abnormally, at this moment, the Celestial Court, which had once disappeared, and the super world realm that nurtured the twenty-four Yin-Yang Dao Fruits, surprisingly reappeared.
Appearing alongside it were the myriad sentient beings within the Celestial Court. Its previous disappearance seemed to be just a rather terrifying nightmare for them. Now awake, the world remained exactly the same, without the slightest change, except that the Dao Fruits above the firmament experienced slight fluctuations as a result.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yang's expression changed slightly.
It wasn't just him; everyone else also saw this. And with the appearance of the Celestial Court, Sisui's aura also slightly declined.
"Foolish..."
Du Xuan's voice was the first to ring out, rumbling over. "They were illusory entities to begin with, and should have vanished with the false history. Why must Fellow Daoist force them to stay here?"
Sisui's response was very indifferent.
"I still have strength to spare."
Just six simple words, yet each seemed to carry the weight of a World Realm, crushing the Dark Void and forcing the Dao Lords to silence. They just looked at the man without saying a word.
Next, they saw a man wearing a tall crown and square shoes, clad in a broad robe with fluttering large sleeves, holding a ruler in his hand, step out of the Light Sea.
He stood nine feet, nine inches, and nine tenths of an inch tall, even taller than the Primordial Saint, reaching the ultimate limit of nine-nines. With every movement, it seemed he could shatter even the Dark Void.
"Sisui..."
At this moment, the World Honored One also looked over with anticipation. But soon, his eyes changed slightly, revealing a hint of disappointment.
He wasn't a Dao Lord.
The Sisui who walked out of the false history at this moment was strong, extremely strong. The serene halo behind his head, like a calm lake, symbolized his perfected life and nature.
However, he was still not a Dao Lord.
Golden Core Perfection. Sisui still remained at this level. No matter how strong he was, even as the number one Golden Core Perfection in the world, he was still just Golden Core Perfection.
Did he fail?
In an instant, Lu Yang, who also noticed Sisui's cultivation level, frowned deeply, feeling a headache coming on. This was already the best situation he could strive for.
Is it still not enough?
Thinking of this, he began considering strategies for the next lifetime.
Destroy the Refining Arts Secret Realm beforehand? Useless. At that time, the Primordial Saint was at the pinnacle of [Paramita]. It is impossible for him to sit idly by and watch anyone destroy the Refining Arts Secret Realm.
To destroy it, one must strike during the Deity Transformation ascension.
But judging from the Primordial Saint's method of summoning the Refining Arts Secret Realm just now, he also made many preparations on the Secret Realm. Striking it would only alert him.
What should I do?
Could the only way be not to gather the Dao Lords to besiege the Primordial Saint, allowing him to maintain an unblemished state, thereby weakening his strength?
What a joke.
For a moment, Lu Yang felt that the Primordial Saint's bottom strategy was disgusting.
How could there be such a garbage method where the less health you have, the stronger your combat power?
To defeat the Primordial Saint, one must not let him get injured. But without letting him get injured, it was impossible to defeat him. Therefore, the closer one got to defeating the Primordial Saint, the further away one actually was... Now, this single track had become a double bind, a complete dead end. No wonder the Primordial Saint treated it as his safety net.
Clang!
Right at this moment, within the pitch-black and profound Dark Void, accompanied by a sharp sword hum, a beautiful figure resurfaced. It was the Sword Lord who had just been sent flying.
"Sisui..."
Her voice was as cold and arrogant as ever, carrying an indifference that despised heaven and earth. Even after suffering such a huge loss of face just now, she remained neither alarmed nor angry.
"Are you planning to reenact the Battle of the Ancestral Dragon?"
"This time, the result probably won't be the same."
The Battle of the Ancestral Dragon!
That was the first and only time in history that all the Dao Lords truly set aside all their differences and engaged in a cooperative battle of complete mutual trust.
Sisui led the charge, the Primordial Saint held the line, and the other Dao Lords supported from the flanks. In the end, they overcame the odds and suppressed the Ancestral Dragon, whose stature was equivalent to a first-layer Dao Lord in [Paramita]. But now, the situation seemed reversed. Some things remained unchanged, while others had undergone earth-shattering transformations.
Sisui was still that Sisui.
But his opponent was no longer the Ancestral Dragon who had incurred public wrath, but the deeply scheming Primordial Saint. His comrades-in-arms were also no longer the batch of Dao Lords from back then.
First were Sword Lord and Cang Hao.
With Sisui breaking free, the [Heavenly Dao] also completely collapsed. Their schemes of countless years came to nothing. The fact that they didn't immediately turn hostile was already a testament to Sisui's strength.
But these didn't matter.
After all, they had parted ways with Sisui long ago, so he wasn't surprised. He only looked at the other two Dao Lords with a hint of sorrow.
"Myriad Laws, Du Xuan, do you think the same way?"
His calm voice rippled with no emotion, yet it made the two Dao Lords, who shared the Three Foundations, avert their eyes. Things had changed; this time was indeed different.
The simplest and most fundamental issue was the Primordial Saint had already reclaimed the Dao Lord stature, and they couldn't allow themselves to fall behind.
They were bound to enter the Light Sea and go on a killing spree to restore their own statures.
Would Sisui agree?
The answer was beyond doubt. Therefore, they didn't even have the interest to ask, simply watching Sisui in silence to express their attitude.
Beyond that, there was a more important point. Sisui hadn't broken through and taken that most crucial step. This made the Dao Lords unable to see the hope of victory. After all, the Primordial Saint wasn't the Ancestral Dragon; he wasn't an animal endowed with profound might by heaven, but a Dao Lord proficient in combat, reputed as the number one in the Light Sea!
They couldn't win at all.
And as everyone knew, Dao Lords only stood with the victors. Whoever could win, they would help. Whoever was more beneficial to them, they would support.
Seeing this scene, Sisui shook his head helplessly.
"I understand."
No anger, no sadness, only his usual calm. "It seems fellow Daoists haven't studied much these years and need to learn anew."
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred years ago, you were like this."
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred years later, you are still like this."
"Your statures have advanced, your Dao comprehension has improved, yet your essence remains completely unchanged... Not a single one of you has amounted to anything."
Rumble!
These few lightly spoken words crashed into the Dark Void with incomparable weight, shaking the universe and making the expressions of all the Dao Lords grave.
Except for the Primordial Saint.
This strongest entity of the Light Sea, who had become ethereal again, seemingly as distant as the horizon and unfathomable, was currently looking at Sisui with a gaze of marvel.
"My Dao is not alone..."
The low murmur scattered across [Paramita] and did not transmit to the mortal world. Therefore, no one heard this heartfelt praise.
At the same time, Sisui also moved.
Taking a step forward, his figure instantly expanded. An indescribable, vast blood qi, exceeding all Dao Lords' imagination, was like a ball of burning prairie fire.
It ignited the Dark Void!
And within that fiery light, a dominantly unparalleled fist pushed forward horizontally, unleashing all the unwillingness and anger accumulated over 129,600 years.
When words fail, there is only—
"Kill!"