"Hahaha!"
Looking at the severed [Dao Tianqi], Lu Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud. Without another word, he proceeded to strip away the other three crescent moons one by one.
Immediately following this, he struck directly.
"RUMBLE."
He smashed all the crescent moons into powder, leaving nothing behind. After all, the Primordial Saint would surely find a way to enter [Supreme Grandmaster] again to investigate after this.
The Ancestral Dragon's life was incomplete and his time limited; he couldn't stay in [Supreme Grandmaster] for long. Even if Lu Yang modified the ritual of the [Heaven-Seizing Name Method] this time, the Saint could simply change it back when he sent someone else in. Since that was the case, it was better to do things thoroughly—if he couldn't have it, no one could!
Almost simultaneously.
With the shattering of the ritual, the World Honored One, Dao Tianqi, and even Bu Tianque all felt a resonance in their hearts, looking up toward the sky at once.
For a moment, they only felt their minds grow light.
It was as if a layer of shackles had been cast off.
On the other side, rage could no longer describe the Primordial Saint's current state of mind.
Although the knowledge he had once comprehended would not vanish, the sudden disappearance of the Light of Wisdom made him feel as if a layer of thin gauze had suddenly appeared over the originally clear world.
He could no longer see things clearly.
He possessed his own Light of Wisdom, but it was merely at the level of an average mortal—more than enough for Qi Refining, but somewhat laughable for a Dao Lord.
"The Ancestral Dragon... something happened!"
The Primordial Saint looked toward the heavens, his teeth nearly grinding to dust: "I was played... This Xuande actually managed to persuade the Ancestral Dragon to willingly work for him."
This shouldn't be possible!
The Ancestral Dragon's life was entirely within his control; as a Primordial Spirit, it was impossible for someone to manipulate his consciousness. What on earth happened to him?
In the next second, the Primordial Saint moved.
Standing on the sixth layer, he no longer had any misgivings. His vast majesty crashed down, passing directly through the presence of all other Dao Lords to reach the bottom layer of the [Paramita].
Soon, he made contact with the Ancestral Dragon's primary consciousness.
"Primordial Saint!!!"
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon was equally enraged to the extreme: "My thoughts have vanished, permanently severed! You bastard, what exactly have you done?"
What have I done? I want to know too!
The Primordial Saint exhaled deeply, finally managing to slay all his emotions once more. Then, ignoring the Ancestral Dragon's resistance, he reached out and tapped upon its sea of consciousness.
Immediately, infinite light and shadow manifested around the Ancestral Dragon's sea of consciousness. Like time reversing, numerous scenes merged into a single picture before the Primordial Saint, illustrating the changes in the Ancestral Dragon's mind—the scenes before and after the severance—until finally, the vague image of an eerie youth was reflected.
The Primordial Saint leaned forward slightly.
Then, an incredibly embarrassing thing happened: In the past, he could have analyzed what those changes represented with a single glance.
Now, he couldn't understand them.
He clearly recognized every individual concept, but he couldn't comprehend why they produced such changes when combined. At a glance, it appeared as if there were no problems at all.
"Impossible!"
The Primordial Saint's eyes were now red. The shattering of the [Heaven-Seizing Name Method] was virtually equivalent to his foundation being dug up; the impact on him was massive!
More importantly, if the opponent could silently infiltrate [Supreme Grandmaster] and even destroy the ritual, then what about the [Heavenly Destiny Divine Record]?
Would that also have problems?
'No, stay calm... the [Heavenly Destiny Divine Record] cannot be destroyed.'
'The focus is the method.'
'Exactly what method did the opponent use, and how much power can he exert within [Supreme Grandmaster]? I must know this, or it will be impossible to respond.'
This was the trouble with the [Heavenly Being's Remnant Consciousness]. To a Dao Lord, it was a black box—the higher one's cultivation, the more one was left in the dark. At this thought, the Primordial Saint hardened his resolve. Infinite majesty was frantically injected into the Ancestral Dragon's sea of consciousness, seeking to reverse time and pry into the heavenly secrets of Karma.
Yet, just then.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddhist invocation rang out, and the light and shadow of Karma that were about to manifest suddenly grew chaotic. The Primordial Saint snapped around, looking at the towering golden Buddha on the second layer.
A cold and murderous aura permeated the [Paramita].
He had already stepped down once and was now standing on the sixth layer of [Paramita]. Under these circumstances, almost no Dao Lord was willing to proactively provoke him.
The World Honored One was the sole exception.
Facing the Primordial Saint's gaze, he not only showed no fear but let out a cold laugh. Then, he further increased his output, churning the Great Karmic Net into a complete mess.
The Primordial Saint spoke in a low voice:
"Myriad Treasure, you..."
"Cut the crap!"
Before the Primordial Saint could finish, the World Honored One interrupted him directly. His bravery was so startling that the other Dao Lords couldn't help but keep their distance.
Yet the World Honored One remained composed.
What? You think I'm easily intimidated?
At the heights of the [Paramita], I am no match for you, but here at the bottom, I can go all out. Can you? Strike me down if you have the guts!
Didn't you enjoy using my [Karma] to hide [Time]?
You hid it so secretly back then; don't blame me now for using that same connection to influence [Time]. If you must blame someone, blame your own bad luck—you're just reaping what you sowed!
Seeing this, the Primordial Saint spoke no more.
In an instant, blazing white dharmic light exploded at the bottom of the [Paramita], manifesting a sea of light whose rising and falling tides swallowed all scenes.
Such a commotion naturally could not be hidden from Lu Yang's main body far beyond the heavens. Sensing the intersection of time and Karma, he immediately realized the situation. He clapped his hands and laughed softly, thinking: 'He's truly anxious now. That ritual really was of great significance to him. Is he trying to find out what happened?'
What a joke, as if I'd give you the chance!
With that thought, Lu Yang focused his mind on the Ancestral Dragon through the [Off-Stage Observer] and arrived before the [Heavenly Destiny Divine Record].
"Only this thing is left."
He couldn't take this supreme treasure away, nor could he easily delete or modify its records—this was an unplanned development. However, the remedy was actually quite simple.
Lu Yang took the golden book in his hand, then with a wave, he frantically placed restrictions upon it to isolate its aura. He then randomly selected one of the many bone mounds within the plains of [Supreme Grandmaster] and buried the treasure directly inside, effectively hiding it.
"Mission accomplished... let's see you find it now!"
Lu Yang clapped his hands, satisfied.
He had sealed all the aura of the [Heavenly Destiny Divine Record]; at this moment, it was no different from a common stone. To find it, the only way was a carpet search.
Thus, even if the Primordial Saint managed to send someone else in, finding this treasure would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if they could find it, it would take a vast amount of time.
During that interval, he could easily make his next move.
"Final step."
Lu Yang's consciousness drifted upward, detaching from the Ancestral Dragon. He then pulled up the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] panel and gently wiped away the Ancestral Dragon's aura from the [Character in the Play].
Observation ended!
At the bottom layer of the [Paramita].
In the distance, the World Honored One had dropped another realm, falling from the second layer to the first. The towering Buddhist icon manifested by his true body was covered in fine cracks.
On the other side, the Primordial Saint stared blankly at the scene manifesting in his hand.
"CRACK!"
Like shattering glass, the scene broke apart—without warning and without any trace of Karma. Everything had been wiped clean out of thin air.
At this moment, the Primordial Saint clearly perceived that the portion of the Ancestral Dragon's Primordial Spirit he had enslaved had died. Simultaneously, all Karma attached to it had vanished. Therefore, even he could not trace back to learn what had happened to it... This was no longer a method of a Dao Lord.
Could it be that the supreme power of restart... can do more than just restart?
Why wasn't it written in the records?
For the first time in many years, the Primordial Saint fell into a long-lost daze.
(End of Chapter)