Within the Dark Void.
Lu Yang flicked his sleeves and stood up. The light-wheel behind his head operated in an unprecedented state, no longer the unchanging cycle of before.
Looking closely, boiling Light of Order surged behind his head, climbing continuously as if there were no end. Majesty symbolizing infinity agitated the Dark Void without a moment's pause. The instant it manifested, it crashed toward the Primordial Saint's direction in an undisguised posture!
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
From several lifetimes ago, starting from the moment he was killed by a single finger of the Primordial Saint like an ant being crushed, he had thought of this. He had worked tirelessly toward this goal.
I said it before.
This grand play—I will play it with you until I win!
Today, he finally no longer needed to hide everywhere, nor did he need to rely on his immortality to endure pathetically. He could finally face the Primordial Saint in a frontal clash!
Since that was the case—
"It's time for a proper frontal clash!"
Within the vast Dark Void, Lu Yang's Dao Lord True Body—the Infinite Ring—expanded violently. It was as if he were simultaneously connecting the past and the future, defining all phenomena in the world.
[Delete]!
In an instant, even with the Primordial Saint's current stature, he felt an inexpressible sense of threat. For the first time, the approaching dharmic light caused him a stinging pain.
'No longer an ant.'
'He has truly leaped to become a dragon...'
With a thought, the Primordial Saint's silhouette vanished, manifesting a Nascent Soul True Body built from infinite space-time rings. He slowly extended a single palm.
In that towering, boundless palm, space-time rings drifted. Every ring contained the Primordial Saint from a certain period of time—some young, some old, some high-spirited, some decaying and dejected. Yet their movements were identical, pressing down toward Lu Yang's direction in unison with the Primordial Saint's main body.
"RUMBLE!"
The light-forged hand seemed to open up space-time, similarly penetrating the past, present, and future, striking toward Lu Yang magnificently from three time periods simultaneously.
In an instant, the years were thrown into chaos.
Lu Yang felt as if he had returned to the period when he first entered the Sea of Light, seeing his past self, his current encounter, and his possible future.
However, within all these images, a light-forged hand descended from the heavens, seemingly intent on erasing him directly from the level of space-time!
'This move again...'
Divine light blazed in Lu Yang's eyes. He had suffered from this move before; had it not been for the essence of the [Dead Cycle], he likely would have been slain by the Primordial Saint then.
"A joke... You still think I am who I was before."
Lu Yang gave a feral grin. The Infinite Ring flowed incessantly. No matter how the Primordial Saint tried to erase him, every second, countless versions of him stepped out from the infinity.
The Dark Void was chaotic. The most intense light poured out. The four elements—earth, water, wind, and fire—came from nothing to existence, and from existence back to nothing. Brilliant flames burst forth one by one; those were exploding world realm. They were born from the aftershocks of the clash, walking from the past to the future in a single breath, from birth to destruction.
An inexpressible concept of destruction filled the air.
For a time, all Dao Lords except for the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and Myriad Laws retreated. They felt death within the aftershocks of the clash between Lu Yang and the Primordial Saint.
They would die!
Although the [Paramita] was still there and Dao Lords could be revived after death, the probability of having their physical bodies annihilated and their souls collapsed was extremely high!
"How exactly did he cultivate?"
Du Xuan, the Dao Lord of Spiritual Power, looked grim. A spark of Primordial Spirit fire blazed at his brow as he exerted all his strength just to stabilize his form within the Dark Void, which was rioting due to the spiritual combat.
Among the Dao Lords, his hidden dangers were the greatest.
With a flawed Primordial Spirit, maintaining his stature was already like walking a tightrope. Now, in the rioting Dark Void, the risk of losing himself had increased significantly!
But what he found even more incomprehensible was how much time had passed since this Dao Ancestor Xuande appeared? When he first arrived, he was only at the same table as the World Honored One, certainly no match for Du Xuan. Yet, after a dozen years, he had reached the heavens in a single bound, rivaling the likes of the Sword Lord and Cang Hao?
What a joke!
That said, facts speak louder than words and would not change because of Du Xuan's thoughts. Soon, this sudden great war reached a conclusion.
It was a beam of light.
Everywhere the light passed, it opened the heavens and earth. Endless majesty galloped and whistled, dazzling and eye-catching, forcibly cleaving through the boiling storm of destruction.
Immediately after, centered on that beam of light, countless rules and order manifested. Flowers bloomed and withered, filling the sky; through mornings and evenings, it was like a safe harbor amidst a storm, or a reef beneath raging waves. No matter how fierce your momentum, I remain towering and immovable, standing firm.
"RUMBLE!"
A world-shaking chime rang out. Myriad phenomena retreated. Layered light and concept of destruction rose and fell like tides, blasted into fragments in an instant.
Within the Dark Void, the black-robed silhouette emerged.
He stood with hands behind his back, bathed in light. His robes fluttered in the wind, and his spine was as straight as a pillar supporting the heavens. Even with infinite pressure added to his body, he would not snap.
"He didn't die!?"
"Even if the Primordial Saint has fallen, he is still at the fifth layer. And no matter how strong this guy is, he's at most like us... On what basis can he fight the Primordial Saint to this extent?"
"Incredible!"
Several Dao Lords whispered in shock, clearly not expecting Lu Yang to be able to fight the Primordial Saint to this degree. At first glance, it actually looked like a draw!
On the other side, the Primordial Saint's silhouette also emerged.
Only he, as Lu Yang's opponent, had a relatively clear understanding of Lu Yang's current state. This was no longer an ordinary opponent.
'I am still the stronger one.'
'In the collision just now, my majesty was undoubtedly dominant... The problem is, his essence is [Infinite]; his recovery speed is too fast.'
If it had been the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, or Myriad Laws standing here, that collision—while not lethal—would have been enough to cause them minor injuries.
Lu Yang was the same.
But his problem was that under the reinforcement of [Infinite], these minor injuries couldn't even keep up with his recovery. A few rotations of the Great Dao ring behind his head and he was mostly healed!
'Fighting like this will yield no result.'
The Primordial Saint's eyes flickered as he pondered: 'At the fifth layer, I can no longer take him down. I need to return to the sixth layer at least to have hope of suppressing him.'
'Return to the seventh layer—my peak period—to have the certainty of killing him.'
'Fortunately, the flaw in his Primordial Spirit doesn't seem to be fixed yet. If I return to my peak, I still have hope of sealing his spiritual intent once and for all.'
The Primordial Saint calmly analyzed the pros and cons.
However, no matter how much he analyzed, there was one fact he couldn't deny: the current Lu Yang truly could face him in a frontal clash!
"Xuande..."
In the Sea of Light, deep within the Netherworld, the World Honored One's silhouette emerged. Having taken charge of the Netherworld, his aura climbed once more, not far from his peak period.
After all, having expanded to the Sea of Light with the tacit consent of the Dao Lords, the current Netherworld had finally achieved the original intent Dao Tianqi had designed for it. Combined with its unique stature, even against a fourth-layer [Paramita] Dao Lord, he was confident he could contend within the Netherworld.
If the Netherworld faction had been the weakest among the Dao Lords before...
"Then now, the situation has truly reversed!"
In the next second, the World Honored One turned around, looking toward the present world. There, the Karma of the False History and the True History finally completed their final confluence.
Thus, the seal shattered completely.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Heavy footsteps rang out from before 129,600 years ago, walking toward the present world. An unprecedented karmic surge began to rewrite history.
Sisui had returned!
(End of Chapter)