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Chapter 175: Who Wants to Kill Me!?
Chapter 175: Who Wants to Kill Me!?
Immortal Alliance Headquarters.
For three millennia, the Immortal Alliance had dominated the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm, its system and rule so deeply entrenched that their headquarters’ scale was nothing short of majestic—jade towers and pavilions rising like celestial palaces. Here, cultivators of Golden Core, Refining Spirit, and even Returning to Void ranks gathered in droves, their presence a common sight. Yet today, they stood united in alarm, their gazes locked on the grand hall where Grand Harmony Cultivators once secluded themselves. More specifically, they stared at the lone figure standing at the hall’s center, hands clasped behind his back, watching them with idle amusement.
Guangming stepped forward first.
“Hail the Alliance Leader!”
Their voice boomed, and though few recognized Guangming, the ice was broken. One by one, voices rose until the chant thundered:
“Hail the Alliance Leader!”
Lv Yang swept his Divine Consciousness across the crowd. Some cheered halfheartedly, others wholeheartedly—none of it escaped him. But he cared little for their opinions. The Holy Sect ruled its vassals through unquestionable authority; dissent was expected, not feared. Long ago, he’d purged the Immortal Alliance of those who might resist. Now, only those who surrendered remained.
This was step one of the Holy Sect’s doctrine: Eliminate defiance through absolute force.
Lv Yang raised a hand. “The Immortal Alliance faces upheaval. You’ve entrusted me temporarily with its reins. I ask only cooperation—your powers and privileges will remain untouched. Today’s gains are tomorrow’s.”
The message was clear: Stay in your lanes, and no one loses.
Relieved, a few Returning to Void cultivators relaxed. Step two was complete.
But factions breed conflict. Lv Yang would exploit this. He’d parcel promises of resources to opposing cliques, pitting them against one another. Competition would erupt, and he’d act as arbiter, consolidating control.
He summoned several Returning to Void elders. His leverage? The treasures once hoarded by Grand Harmony Cultivators—now his to distribute.
Within three months, unity crumbled. Cultivators vied for his favor, their feuds growing bitter. Then came step three: Fracture unity, fuel rivalry.
Lv Yang unveiled his cultivation technique:
“Equality for all! Freedom to cultivate!”
Unlike Emerald Sun’s methods, which required innate spiritual roots, his technique welcomed all. Soon, cultivators with and without roots became bitter foes, opposing each other’s every move not on merit, but allegiance. Desperate to dominate their rivals, they clung tighter to Lv Yang.
Step four: Systemic chaos.
Lv Yang called it the “Primordial Saint’s Four-Step Doctrine.” Once applied, no force could rise again—it would decay into a hollow shell of the Holy Sect.
In a secluded meditation chamber, Lv Yang exhaled deeply. With the Immortal Alliance’s collapse, he’d finally extracted a hazy wisp from the Foundation Building Stage—dense, heavy, as if bearing the weight of countless souls.
“Wu Earth, the Celestial Vanguard’s Keeper of Fate!”
The essence materialized, settling in his palm. Overthrowing the old regime had been surprisingly smooth. With this, he could attempt to ascend to the Mid-Stage. But the impending Yin Flame made haste reckless.
“Best to consult Chongguang True Man first,” he mused.
He withdrew the Three-Heaven Soul-Severing Gourd and shook it. Twelve Grand Harmony Cultivators tumbled out, groggy. Before they could rise, he summoned the Avici Sword.
A flash—twelve heads rolled. Their True Spirits lingered, but the Avici Sword drained their Golden Core-bound flesh of essence.
Lv Yang’s eyes lit up. Though lesser than true Golden Core energy, their power infused the sword with a new Divine Essence: Lüwei, the Sentinel of Peril.
Yet this wasn’t an offensive essence. It warned the wielder of impending death—a function overlapping with the Ultimate Heaven Instrument’s ability.
“Strange,” he frowned.
Activating the Avici Sword, Lüwei’s power surged. His spirit seemed to ascend, and above his head appeared a crimson rune:
Peril! hung crimson in the air, silent and inescapable—like an extinct species erased by heaven and earth. Then he sensed it: a golden lamplight, veiled yet blazing, burning above the Nine Heavens.
No karmic retribution, yet it hung ominously—a silent, cosmic threat.
Karmic retribution stemmed from mortal conflicts, but this was different. This was heaven’s will—subtle, inevitable, like an extinct species erased without a trace.
Then he sensed it: a golden lamplight, radiant and veiled, burning above the heavens.
The Restoration’s Lampfire.
“Hongyun…?!”
Only Hongyun, the Golden Core Sovereign’s reincarnation, wielded such a force. “A Fruit-Rank Treasure, tied to fate itself,” Lv Yang realized. “Heaven’s killer… aimed at me?”
(End of Chapter)
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