Lying Low As A Talent In The Early Saint Demon Sect Chapter 131: The Transformation of the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll - Novel Cool

Chapter 131: The Transformation of the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll

Chapter 131: The Transformation of the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll

After sending off the two True Monarchs from the Pure Land and Dao Court, Qingcheng Feixue finally turned her gaze to Lv Yang. Her eyes, vast as the sun and moon, studied him thoughtfully.

"Hmm", she mused with a faint smile. "A new True Monarch within our sect is indeed cause for celebration."

With a graceful flick of her wrist, she released Lv Yang from her palm, her voice softening. "Return to Chongguang. Announce your ascension to the sects of northern Jiang clearly along the way."

As she spoke, her colossal Dharma Body—towering and boundless, stretching countless miles—dissipated into the air.

Lv Yang exhaled deeply, only to see Qin Tianhe, Xu Xin, and Dragonfang Taoist of the Holy Sect’s True Transmission disciples cautiously approaching.

"Disciples greet the True Monarch!" they bowed in unison.

Compared to before the Dao Contention War, their cultivation ranks had risen significantly. Zhong Ming, in particular, now possessed at least a 50% chance of surviving Foundation Building, Lv Yang noted.

"Rise", he said, waving a hand. "We’re at the crossroads of Jiangdong, Jiangxi, and northern Jiang. The journey back to the sect is long. Shall I escort you?"

"Gratitude for your kindness", Xu Xin declined politely. "But we must proceed to the frontlines. Only Young Master Zhong Ming might require your aid."

"Unnecessary!" Zhong Ming snapped immediately, his face sour.

"Very well", Lv Yang chuckled, showing no offense. He understood that these True Transmission disciples might one day ascend to Foundation Building themselves. Within the Holy Sect, even the lower ranks held some status. While they were still resources to be utilized, they were no longer disposable pawns—True Monarchs would handle them with care, lest they jeopardize their potential.

Yet a gulf still separated True Monarchs from their juniors. After paying their respects, the disciples departed one by one, leaving Zhong Ming behind. He lingered, his expression resigned.

"Still something to say?" Lv Yang asked, amused.

Zhong Ming lowered his head, his voice heavy. "That Bagua Disc gifted by my father conceals one’s fate. It is my protective talisman. I humbly request its return, True Monarch."

Lv Yang paused, then laughed. "Apologies. In my haste, I forgot."

He reached into his robes and returned the disc—a tool he’d borrowed earlier to locate the Dao Court.

"Of course, True Monarch", Zhong Ming replied respectfully, though inwardly cursing: If I hadn’t spoken up, he’d have kept it! He couldn’t shake the suspicion that Lv Yang had deliberately delayed returning it unless reminded of Chongguang’s name. Utterly shameless!

Yet Lv Yang’s expression remained serene, his conscience clear. Zhong Ming sighed, torn between resentment and resignation. Truly a Holy Sect True Monarch…

As Zhong Ming left, Lv Yang turned his attention to the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll. Its transformation had begun the moment he ascended to Foundation Building, though he’d concealed it while the True Monarch was present. Now, he finally examined its changes.

With a thought, his updated profile materialized:

Name: Lv Yang

Lifespan: 35

Cultivation: Foundation Building Early Stage

Talents: Dual Cultivation Prodigy (White), Resourceful Ingenuity (Purple)

Dao Foundation: Ten-Thousand-Chariot Dragon-Taming Dao Foundation

Divine Abilities: None

Treasures: Blood Sun Sword Core (Ruined), Primordial Qi (Supreme Relic), Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner (Lower Spirit Treasure)

Ten Thousand Lives Scroll Pages: 93

Anchor Points: 1

His gaze fixed on the newly added "Anchor Point"—a reward for reaching Foundation Building. It allowed a single "save", letting him reincarnate from chosen milestones instead of restarting from his sect’s initiation.

This expands my possibilities, he mused. Instead of repeating the Holy Sect’s beginning, I could start at the Sword Pavilion next life…

Yet he hesitated to use it immediately, scanning the scroll further. The "Cultivation Techniques" section had been replaced by "Dao Foundation", and his "Divine Abilities" had vanished entirely.

"Even Supreme Divine Abilities are secondary at Foundation Building", he reasoned. Cultivation here progresses too swiftly for such techniques to hold lasting value. This is where sect disciples thrive—Wugui Sect’s legacy, Yanluo Patriarch’s guidance, and Holy Sect’s mentors far surpass a lone cultivator’s struggles."

With renewed resolve, Lv Yang summoned a golden auspicious cloud, soaring toward the Holy Sect. His presence radiated unapologetically, carving a thousand-mile Spirit Tide through the heavens.

Across northern Jiang, Foundation Building cultivators from the Holy Sect’s subordinate sects and celestial clans gazed skyward, their eyes brimming with envy. "Another Holy Sect disciple has ascended to Foundation Building—and their power is formidable! A peerless genius among their generation."

At the Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, Chongguang Zhenren on Holy Flame Cliff stirred from meditation. He calculated the omen, then laughed aloud. "Excellent!" With a snap of his fingers, he struck a colossal bell atop the cliff. Its thunderous toll reverberated through the Cloud Sea.

The Inner Sect’s Four Peaks responded first, their peak masters emerging from retreats. Though Holy Sect’s True Monarchs rarely revealed themselves, today, every one of them erupted with energy, their radiant auras piercing the heavens.

The Cloud Sea trembled. Countless disciples prostrated, whispering speculations. Meanwhile, the Divine Martial Gate at the Northern Borderlands—now a crumbling relic since the Skull Mountain incident—panicked. Mistaking the Holy Sect’s display for an extermination order, their surviving True Monarchs prepared for a final stand, only to falter when no attack came.

At Heaven-Mending Peak, Chen Shuqian asked, "Father, what’s happening?"

Chongguang gazed at the golden cloud spanning a thousand miles. "Another has reached Foundation Building… but their karma evades even the Coiling Dragon Heritage. Who are they? And where is Zhao Xuhe, the one destined to inherit the Panlong Legacy?"

His expression darkened. "At least I’ve avoided conflict with this new True Monarch."

(End of Chapter)

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