"This isn't right, Senior."
After pondering for a long time, Lu Yang shook his head. "All myriad things have a sliver of vitality. If it's really like that, then wouldn't it be fundamentally impossible for anyone to truly win?"
Whoever is weaker, [Variable] helps them.
Since everyone has a sliver of vitality anyway.
What's the point?
"You are mistaken," Sisui smiled upon hearing this. "All myriad things have a sliver of vitality. The key lies not in 'vitality', but in that 'sliver'."
"Vitality certainly exists, but it's only a sliver. Moreover, it doesn't necessarily appear only when a crisis occurs; it might have already appeared before the crisis even happened, you just didn't grasp it. In fact, 99.9% of people in the world cannot grasp that sliver of vitality."
"However, the Primordial Saint is different."
"He cultivates [Inevitable Fate] and is inherently extremely sensitive to [Variable]. The sliver of vitality that is difficult for others to grasp is much simpler for him."
"When the time comes, if he receives the favor of [Variable], it would actually be me, who only has a Primordial Spirit left, facing the risk."
"Of course, it's also possible he won't be able to grasp it."
"But do you want to gamble?"
Hearing Sisui's words, Lu Yang held his breath.
Of course I want to gamble!
With [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] around, it's not like I can't afford to lose the gamble. At worst, I'll just restart... But in the end, Lu Yang still put this thought away.
Firstly, the person fighting was Sisui. He had absolutely no way to convince him to gamble, unless he voluntarily exposed information about [The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], which was obviously impossible. Secondly, given the Primordial Saint's personality, Lu Yang felt he might not have failed to anticipate this currently dire situation.
Maybe he's just waiting for it.
Waiting for Sisui to come out and try to kill him, and then he'll seize the opportunity to get the favor of [Variable] and complete a desperate counterattack. This might actually be a trap!
Thinking of this, Lu Yang sighed deeply.
Conversely, Sisui consoled him in quite a good mood, "There's no need for that. Although we didn't achieve complete success, it is done after all. This is not something that happens overnight."
Lu Yang shook his head. "But the situation remains critical."
"The Primordial Saint, Sword Lord, Cang Hao, Myriad Laws—the Dao Lords are still here."
Lu Yang frowned deeply. "Right now, it's merely postponing the crisis. Once the Primordial Saint repairs the damage to [Inevitable Fate] and reclaims the Dao Lord stature..."
"The great battle will inevitably restart."
"If the Primordial Saint finds another way to further repair [Paramita] and lets the others also return to the Dao Lord stature, then it's completely over."
Thinking of this, Lu Yang suddenly felt pressed for time.
Sisui nodded. "Naturally, I understand this. However, this is true for the Primordial Saint, and it is true for us as well. We just need to take a step before him."
"...What do you mean?" Lu Yang asked curiously.
"Everything depends on Fellow Daoist."
Sisui smiled. "If Fellow Daoist can take a step further and transcend before the Primordial Saint recovers and the great battle restarts, we can completely turn the situation around."
"Right now, because the new world only has my [Transcendence] essence, it is trapped by the Light Sea. However, if another transcended person is added, that can also break the balance, allowing the new world to completely escape into the Dark Void. From then on, we will be far away from where the Primordial Saint is and won't have to worry about the crisis anymore."
Sisui's words left Lu Yang dumbfounded.
Transcendence? Me?
For a moment, Lu Yang felt somewhat flattered and hastily waved his hand. "Senior overestimates me too much. I don't have that ability. Transcendence is too difficult..."
Up until now, he had been imitating the Primordial Saint.
After all, although the [Paramita] system had major hidden dangers, undeniably, it was truly mindless. Even an idiot could become a Dao Lord with it.
But what about transcendence?
Sisui's method sounded simple—just uniting Dharma Body, Yin-Yang, and Dao Heart, and then jumping out. But how exactly should it be operated?
He didn't understand at all.
Let alone Sisui's [False Transcendence], Lu Yang only knew the 'what' but not the 'why' of the Primordial Saint's [True Nascent Soul] system.
With this, how am I supposed to race against time with the Primordial Saint?
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Sisui looked at Lu Yang, his face full of kindness. "You... one look and I can tell you've been suppressed by that guy, the Primordial Saint, for too long, which is why you're so nervous."
"Relax."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Primordial Saint should be facing quite a bit of trouble right now. We definitely have much more time than you think."
The vast Light Sea, the boundless Dark Void.
The once majestic figure had disappeared. The young man with a celestial appearance and the honored title of Primordial stood with his hands behind his back, gazing wistfully into the distance.
There was a Taiji diagram.
It spanned the center of the Light Sea, forming its own realm and isolating external objects. Within it surged an indescribable mighty power, capable of endangering his life.
The young man waited patiently like this for a long time.
Everything was calm; the anticipated attack never arrived. This made the young man sigh, finally giving up the idea of a quick victory.
"...What a pity."
If Sisui didn't charge out, it was impossible for him to attack inward.
Because exactly as Sisui had expected, with the entire Light Sea emptied and [Inevitable Fate] suffering heavy damage again, he could no longer maintain the Nascent Soul stature.
This was the drawback of relying on external objects.
Although he advanced quickly, his footing was not steady enough.
Having also paid a huge price, Sisui was in an even more miserable state than him, left with only a single thought of his Primordial Spirit. Yet, he still maintained the stature of a Dao Lord.
But that new world had no [Variable]. If he charged in under his current state, he would definitely be kicked to death by Sisui like a stray dog on the roadside. So he could only wait for Sisui to charge out. However, Sisui refused to come out. The two sides were in a stalemate, ultimately resulting in this situation of neither victory nor defeat.
Right at this moment.
A streak of divine light sped over and then divided. It was the figures of Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and Myriad Laws, each eyeing the young man with deceitful gazes.
"Primordial Saint... you're injured?"
"Are you alright?"
"Do you need us to take a look for you?"
Sword Lord's tone was gentle, seemingly full of concern. But imperceptibly, the three Dao Lords had already spread out, firmly trapping the Primordial Saint in the center.
In an instant, the three Great Daos of [Destiny], [Fortune], and [Dao Arts] successively surfaced, their brilliant light swirling, astonishingly revealing an obscure yet fatal killing intent.
A backlash.
The Primordial Saint's gaze was calm as he looked around at the three Dao Lords. Like a fierce tiger surrounded by a pack of wolves, the drop in his aura did not affect the disdain in his eyes in the slightest.
The Dao Lords had always been shameless. Perhaps if many ambitious people in the mortal world knew this, they would despise them, considering them all two-faced cowards. Undeniably, however, they always managed to use this to stand until the end and reap the most benefits. That was why they were the Dao Lords.
In this wretched place, this was simply how the world worked.
Just like now.
Looking around and feeling the injuries within his body, the Primordial Saint temporarily suppressed the thought of fighting. "I appreciate the concern of fellow Daoists. I am fine for now."
"Really?"
Hearing this, Sword Lord raised an eyebrow slightly. "Fellow Daoist shouldn't try to be brave. I saw with my own eyes that [Inevitable Fate] was damaged. Why must Fellow Daoist lie to us?"
The swirling brilliance gradually closed in, like a noose about to be placed around the Primordial Saint's neck.
Bluffing and acting mysterious.
Could it be that he really is done for?