At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon had recovered from his unspeakable shock.
"So that's how it is..."
After reading the records in the [Heavenly Destiny Divine Record], he finally understood: "The Primordial Saint—that bastard stole my life! No wonder I've fallen to such a state!"
For a moment, he even considered staying put. He wanted to nest inside [Supreme Grandmaster] forever; after all, the Primordial Saint couldn't enter, and the various methods used to enslave him were repelled by the secret realm. Currently, the Saint had no way to threaten his life.
He was truly pushed past his limit by rage.
His furious thoughts almost transformed into tangible flames, burning fiercely around the golden book, yet they couldn't budge it an inch—appearing to mock his impotence.
"Aaaah!"
The Ancestral Dragon raged like this for a while before finally venting the stifled frustration in his heart. Finally, he sat dejectedly on the ground, unable to stop himself from letting out a long sigh.
"Haaa..."
Once he calmed down, his reason returned: "No, I still have to go out. My life is maintained by the Primordial Saint; I need him to replenish my profound majesty."
He had no way to stay in [Supreme Grandmaster] forever because he was only a part of the true Ancestral Dragon—a severed slice of life, naturally incomplete. As time passed, if the Primordial Saint didn't help him patch the holes, he would naturally return to his main body.
To the true Ancestral Dragon, that was only natural.
But to him, it was no different from death. After much deliberation, his will to survive eventually overcame his resentment and fury toward the Primordial Saint.
There was no other way; life had to go on.
Forget it, forget it.
The Ancestral Dragon shook his head, letting go of his inner conflict. He was about to get up and leave [Supreme Grandmaster] when he realized his field of vision was fixed on a certain spot.
Within his sight was the corner of a black robe.
Complex patterns were inscribed upon it, appearing to expound upon the Great Dao of heaven and earth. The Ancestral Dragon's mind instantly sank into it, and he found himself unable to look away.
"...Eh."
The Ancestral Dragon, who had just recovered from his rage, fell back into a daze. For a moment, he couldn't even figure out what was happening.
In the next second, he finally woke up as if from a dream.
'Someone is here!?'
'Impossible!'
The Primordial Saint was staring from the outside; besides himself, who else could enter [Supreme Grandmaster]? Could there be a living person hidden deep within the secret realm?
A survivor of the [School of Names]?
'Are you kidding me!'
At this moment, the thoughts in the Ancestral Dragon's heart were about to explode, but on the surface, he was simply dumbstruck. His mouth hung wide open, and for a long time, he couldn't say a word.
Until a hollow voice floated down:
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be constrained. You may lift your head to speak... Could you first tell me what the current Light Sea looks like outside this secret realm?"
As the words fell, the Ancestral Dragon found he could move his gaze again. He looked away from that corner of the robe and slowly looked up, finally seeing a face with sword-like brows and starry eyes, appearing perfectly formed by nature. He saw a hint of a smile on the newcomer's lips and a concentration of color in his eyes, staring straight at him.
"You... you are..."
The Ancestral Dragon was slow for a long time before he finally stammered out a few words.
Before him, the young Daoist smiled slightly: "I observe that your life seems incomplete, Fellow Daoist. I have a method that can somewhat replenish it for you."
"Really!?" The Ancestral Dragon's pupils snapped shut.
Naturally, it was a lie.
Lu Yang could see the state of the Ancestral Dragon's enslaved Primordial Spirit clearly. The Primordial Saint's methods were exceptionally high; he knew he had no way to actually solve it.
However, while he lacked the ability to solve the problem for the Ancestral Dragon, he had plenty of ability to make the Ancestral Dragon believe he had solved it.
At this thought, he immediately utilized [Off-Stage Observer].
As he refined his Primordial Spirit, his application of his talents became increasingly nuanced. Many things he couldn't do before could now be performed with a flick of his wrist.
For example, the [Delete] function of [Off-Stage Observer].
In the past, he could only delete the entire Ancestral Dragon, but now, he could target a specific part of the Ancestral Dragon for [Deletion].
In the next second, Lu Yang flicked his sleeve.
Immediately, the Ancestral Dragon felt his essence, qi, and spirit suddenly clear up. The sense of crisis originally produced by his incomplete life was strikingly swept away!
"Incredible..."
Am I free?
'He bought it! He really bought it!' Lu Yang laughed inwardly.
The Ancestral Dragon was certainly not free, nor was he truly rid of the crisis of his incomplete life; it was just that under Lu Yang's influence, he could no longer [feel] it.
"Well?"
Looking at the ecstatic Ancestral Dragon, Lu Yang said softly: "Now, Fellow Daoist should be able to tell me what you just did to the ritual of my [School of Names], right?"
As soon as these words were out, the Ancestral Dragon revealed a look of embarrassment. He was already convinced that the person before him was an old fossil from the pre-ancient era within [Supreme Grandmaster]. Now that the other party was asking about the [Heaven-Seizing Name Method], how could he dare to hesitate? He immediately sold out the Primordial Saint completely.
"This was by no means my intention, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist!"
"It is only because there is a great power outside the secret realm named the [Primordial Saint]. He gave the order for me to come here and repair your noble sect's ritual; I had no choice but to come."
Having said that, the Ancestral Dragon first performed a cupped-hand salute and then proactively handed over a hand seal:
"This is the secret technique he gave me."
"Previously, I used this method to repair that ritual."
"The Primordial Saint has usurped your home; it is an outrage to both gods and men. I have actually been dissatisfied with him for a long time. If you intend to make things difficult for him, I am willing to assist..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The Ancestral Dragon's thoughts were also frozen in this instant. Subsequently, his eyelids were suddenly overcome by an infinite fatigue, closing slowly and uncontrollably.
A moment later.
When the Ancestral Dragon reopened his eyes, Lu Yang had already possessed him. Holding the hand seal for the [Heaven-Seizing Name Method], a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face.
The hand seal was obtained!
"The Ancestral Dragon is still too easy to trick. I hadn't even asked for it, and he proactively handed over the secret technique—it truly is a good item!"
Without staying for even a moment, Lu Yang directly controlled the Ancestral Dragon's body, took to the air, and returned once more to that "one sun, four moons" setup. Immediately, a vast majesty rushed toward him like a sweeping gale. Lu Yang hurriedly performed the hand seal given by the Ancestral Dragon, and the gale instantly transformed into a gentle breeze.
"Good, good, good..."
Lu Yang didn't stop moving and quickly found the crescent moon inscribed with the name of [Dao Tianqi]. He looked at the rising Light of Wisdom within it, which seemed to hold infinite profound wonder.
"Mine! It's all mine!"
Lu Yang took a deep breath, then reached out and placed his hand on that crescent moon, feeling its state bit by bit, and then slowly operated the hand seal.
Dao Tianqi—the 'Heaven' part corresponded to [Taiyitian].
The Primordial Saint used this to usurp Dao Tianqi's Light of Wisdom, massively increasing his own aptitude... However, if this ritual collapsed, what would happen?
"Let me wait and see..."
Lu Yang grinned, then without hesitation, he severed the connection between that crescent moon in his hand and the rising sun inscribed with the name of [Taiyitian].
Almost simultaneously, on the sixth layer of the [Paramita].
The Primordial Saint, who was sitting in meditation to regulate his breath and quietly waiting for the Ancestral Dragon's return, suddenly snapped his head up. His originally calm expression strikingy manifested an unprecedentedly subtle distortion.
"Why..."
A hoarse voice, appearing like an inquiry suppressed to the extreme, carried a rage that even [Supreme Forgotten Emotion] could not restrain, yet it could not change the result.
The Primordial Saint looked up.
In his eyes, the blazing Light of Wisdom—which was once not inferior to Sisui's and was the greatest in the Light Sea—suddenly withered. Strikingly, only a faint spark remained!
(End of Chapter)