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Chapter 129: Another Ascends the Foundation Building Stage!
Chapter 129: Another Ascends the Foundation Building Stage!
The Starry Jie Tian, to be precise, had ceased to exist in its original form. What remained was a breathtaking landscape seamlessly merged with the heavens and earth—an ethereal terrain of mountains and rivers.
The Wangu Cavern.
Above this cavernous expanse, a golden auspicious cloud churned violently, crackling with thunderous roars. Shadows of true dragons flickered within the stormy mist. As the cloud inhaled and exhaled celestial energy, its size swelled exponentially.
When the cloud finally stabilized, spanning over a thousand miles, it hung motionless in the sky, exuding an aura of perfect harmony and inviolable completeness.
The Ten-Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation!
This vast golden cloud was merely a manifestation of the Dao Foundation’s aura. The true Dao Foundation, along with Lv Yang’s physical form, resided deep within the boundless realm of the Foundation Building Stage itself.
“What a magnificent Foundation Building Stage…”
The difference between a Foundation Builder and one who wasn’t was night and day. Before his Breakthrough, Lv Yang had possessed a tenfold certainty of victory, slaying Refining Qi cultivators like weeds. To figures like Qin Tianhe, he had seemed no different from a Foundation Realm practitioner. Yet now, standing within this realm, every sensation and realization felt utterly transformed.
“Boom!”
Lv Yang’s eyes snapped open, lightning flashing across his pupils. Instantly, a thunderclap erupted within the cloud-covered expanse before him.
A single thought could stir heaven and earth—this was the truth of Foundation Building.
He didn’t even need to expend much spiritual power. It was like sketching on paper with a brush: effortless, instinctive.
The moment he entered this stage, enlightenment surged through him. Mysteries of Foundation Building that had once eluded him now lay bare. Scanning the realm around him, his brow furrowed.
“No wonder Foundation Realm practitioners live only three centuries… This place is no paradise.”
The Foundation Building Stage was coveted by Refining Qi cultivators. Yet now, standing here, Lv Yang realized it was no blessed sanctuary—it was a perilous wasteland.
“When forging a Dao Foundation, countless heart demons arise.”
Initially, Lv Yang had assumed these intangible heart demons would vanish once his Dao Foundation solidified. But this wasn’t the case.
“What they call ‘heart demons’ is merely a misnomer.”
True Foundation Builders could see past the illusion. The truth was a ceaseless wind, an eternal gale raging through this realm.
“This is the Bixi Wind.”
This sinister wind entered through the crown of the head, pierced through the dantian, and attacked the nine orifices, eroding the soul itself. Even a single gust could scatter one’s spirit entirely.
Only a Dao Foundation could mitigate its damage. Thus, cultivators who failed their first Ascension might still survive—but if their Foundation Building failed, they would die. Without a Dao Foundation to anchor their soul, the Bixi Wind would consume them utterly.
What cultivators mistook for heart demons was merely a veil over this truth.
Yet even with a Dao Foundation, the wind’s damage wasn’t fully blocked—only lessened. Over time, it still wore away at the soul.
That time limit? Three centuries.
“A Foundation Realm practitioner’s lifespan of three hundred years isn’t due to a natural limit of three hundred heavenly years. It’s because after three centuries, their soul can no longer withstand the Bixi Wind’s erosion.”
“Hence, Reincarnation becomes necessary.”
“Through Reincarnation, the cycle of karma restores the soul’s integrity, allowing one to return to the Foundation Stage and enjoy another three centuries of life.”
An unsolvable paradox.
Without entering the Foundation Stage, one’s lifespan maxed at 150 years. Yet entering it meant a guaranteed limit of 300 years under the Bixi Wind’s relentless assault.
Given this, it was clear why Foundation Realm practitioners were rare. Yet, with powerful sects maintaining legions of Refining Qi disciples, their numbers likely remained steady.
And Foundation Builders could Reincarnate, after all.
“It’s as if someone deliberately designed this system!”
A chilling suspicion flickered in Lv Yang’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Some truths were better left unexplored.
Shifting his thoughts, he mused:
“Still, after Foundation Building… it’s like I’m back at square one.”
Before his Breakthrough, he’d possessed the Supreme Divine Ability, the Blood Sun Sword Core, and the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner—a fully equipped powerhouse. Now, everything had changed.
The Blood Sun Sword Core had shattered during the Twelve Heavens’ Divine Malevolence Secret Demon Calamity Light. Even if intact, it would pale in comparison to his current Dao Foundation, which spread golden clouds across a thousand miles.
The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner still held some use, though limited. After all, its guardian deity, Su Nu, was a Foundation Builder herself—though now a pale shadow of her former self, she could still serve as a shield.
Supreme Divine Abilities weren’t useless, but compared to the advantages they’d granted during Refining Qi, they were now commonplace among Foundation Realm practitioners.
“No rush. There’s still the matter of several remaining opportunities.”
Lv Yang’s mind raced, recalling the Yun Clan Patriarch’s Tianji Treasure—a artifact capable of evading True Monarch detection.
“Such a treasure deserves to be mine, lest it languish in obscurity!”
Reining in his thoughts, he withdrew his divine consciousness. The golden clouds above dissipated, shrinking into his nostrils like mist.
Looking around, he realized he had landed in the sky. Behind him loomed the Holy Sect’s Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, where Qingcheng Feixue’s Dharma Body stretched across the heavens. Before him stood the True Monarchs of the Pure Land and Dao Court. In that moment, three True Monarchs fixed their gazes on him simultaneously.
Then, voices rang in his ears.
“Congratulations, young friend. Another True Person joins the Foundation Building Stage.”
“You are a rare prodigy, but a shame you walk the path of the Devil Dao. Join our Dao Court, and you shall hold a position equal to a Foundation Builder.”
In the Dao Court, cultivating the “Imperial Hunting Dao,” one’s official rank equaled their cultivation stage. They awarded twelve ranks, each governing a great continent—all held by elite Foundation Builders.
A single rank likely represented at least mid-Stage mastery. Those near the Dao Court’s core might even be late-Stage True Persons.
Before Lv Yang could respond, another voice drifted over.
“Amitabha. You forged a Ten-Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation—a sign of affinity with our Pure Land. Renounce your path, and you shall one day attain the Bodhisattva Fruit.”
Bodhisattva? A True Monarch!
Lv Yang’s pupils contracted. The Pure Land’s Bodhisattva was a Golden Core Sovereign. Was this a promise that joining them could elevate him to the same rank?
His heart stirred.
Yet he instantly composed himself, feigning steadfast loyalty as he ignored both True Monarchs’ offers.
In the next heartbeat, a mighty divine will descended from above, silencing the voices around him. Qingcheng Feixue’s smile was serene:
“You did well in the Dao Contention War. No one can say you’re not a true disciple of our Holy Sect.”
“Senior overpraises me.”
Lv Yang bowed respectfully, then glanced at the Pure Land and Dao Court True Monarchs, who had remained silent throughout.
Had they truly been courting him?
Recalling the Holy Sect’s usual tactics, a suspicion surfaced: Could the True Monarch of this devious sect be testing him—angling to expose his true loyalties?
(End of Chapter)
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