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Chapter 178: What Are You Doing?
Chapter 178: What Are You Doing?
Lv Yang hadn’t given up—not yet.
Facing Wu Cang, who had stepped out from the rift and reached toward him with grasping hands, Lv Yang’s mind surprisingly became exceptionally calm.
Not a True Monarch!
If it were a True Monarch trying to kill me, there’d be no way I could escape. But this… it’s connected to the True Monarch, yet not Chongguang. It’s a manifestation of celestial killing intent meant for me?
What exactly is it?
As he thought, the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner already materialized before him. Su Nu, Chen Xin’an, and countless other banner spirits emerged in an instant.
“Explode!”
At his command, every banner spirit—including both Foundation Building cultivators—detonated in a thunderous blast! The shockwave from their shattered Dao Foundations even caused the Foundation Building Stage itself to quake, momentarily staggering Wu Cang’s advance and buying Lv Yang a precious chance to survive.
Almost simultaneously, the Dwelling Crimson Robe on his body flared with radiant light.
This spiritual treasure, gifted by Chongguang True Man, now served as his final barrier, stopping Wu Cang’s probing fingertips.
Hiss!
In the next breath, Lv Yang vanished for the third time, while Wu Cang held what remained of the Dwelling Crimson Robe—a tattered, shredded ruin.
Yet Wu Cang’s expression now shifted to one of surprise.
“…The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner?!”
Frowning deeply, he plucked a wisp of lingering smoke from a shattered banner spirit, examined it closely, and soon wore a puzzled look.
“This is the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner… but it’s not the original, innate one. There’s no trace of innate karmic causality. How is this possible? Could the innate version have been secretly passed down? No, that’s impossible. The original True Man always considered the banner too venomous to allow its spread.”
Intrigued, Wu Cang’s curiosity burned brighter.
“You slippery brat—I’ll see how many more times you can run!”
With that, he seized the karmic causality thread tethered to Guangming once more, following the karmic link between Guangming and Lv Yang.
This time, Wu Cang focused entirely on Lv Yang.
He didn’t notice Guangming in his grasp quietly opening his eyes, revealing a pair of golden, compassionate Buddhist pupils.
“Ancestor, what’s that thing?”
After another desperate escape, Lv Yang activated the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner again, summoning the one banner spirit he hadn’t sacrificed: the long-dormant Yanluo Patriarch.
Though Yanluo’s power had dwindled to a fraction of its former might—now lacking even Foundation Building strength—his former status as a Foundation Building Peak cultivator still granted him immense insight. Lv Yang, who couldn’t fathom Wu Cang’s true nature, relied on Yanluo to decipher it.
And Yanluo delivered without hesitation.
“It’s a Dao-born abomination.”
Yanluo spoke bluntly: “When an immortal cultivator fails to refine their Dao and shatters under the weight of Daoification, they become a Dao-born abomination.”
At these words, Lv Yang’s mind cleared instantly.
A Dao-born abomination… the innate True Man!
He recalled the jade tablet given by Grand Harmony Cultivator Elder Lin.
“Die in pursuit of the Dao, yet bear no regret. Your body becomes a Dao-born abomination, blessing future generations. Carry my banner, enter my Dao grounds, refine it, and you may forge first-rank Great Ascension Qi!”
So Wu Cang has been possessed by the Dao-born abomination of the failed innate True Man?
But why does it want me dead?
Alas, celestial killing intent has no cause or logic—my divinations reveal nothing. This must be Chongguang’s doing. No choice but to investigate in my next life.
Indeed, Lv Yang had already begun thinking ahead to his reincarnation.
There was no other way. Wu Cang’s power far exceeded his capabilities. Only a Great True Man at Foundation Building Peak might stand a chance.
This gap was beyond human effort to bridge.
So Lv Yang’s focus shifted from escaping death to uncovering Wu Cang’s origins and motives—preparing for his next life.
Cracks split the void.
Wu Cang stepped through, and this time Lv Yang had no defenses left. He watched helplessly as the figure approached, raising a finger.
One hundred lifetimes…
Lv Yang silently counted, ready to self-detonate and reincarnate.
But in a flash, time itself seemed to freeze, and the heavens became a still portrait.
Silence.
Then, a solemn chant broke the stillness. Majestic, solemn Buddhist light poured from Guangming in Wu Cang’s grasp.
From the radiance, temple after temple erected themselves, meditation groves blooming into existence, until they formed an immense, indescribable Pure Land. At its forefront stood the Subduing Dragon Temple, and before it, a white-robed woman in white holding a jade vial.
“Master Lv, it has been a long time.”
Her voice rang clear as mountain springs, washing over Lv Yang, sharpening his mind while deepening his frown.
“…It’s the Bodhisattva herself.”
Lv Yang bowed deeply. The white-robed woman was none other than the Pure Land True Monarch he’d encountered during the Dao Contention War—the Precious Vase Moonlight Bodhisattva!
Guangming was suspicious all along!
Even as he bowed, Lv Yang cursed inwardly.
First a Dao-born abomination, now a True Monarch—these old cowards ganging up on a youngling like me. Where’s the Holy Sect’s True Monarch? Where’s my team?! Need a hand here!
“You misunderstand.”
Before the Subduing Dragon Temple, the woman smiled gently. “This is merely a manifestation of my true self, temporarily manifesting through Guangming’s form.”
“My true body remains in the Pure Land, unseen. Otherwise, the Demonic Sect’s True Monarchs would’ve sensed me. I can only delay things for you, not save you outright. Under the current celestial killing intent, your survival depends on your own actions.”
Lv Yang frowned. “My own actions?”
“Correct.” Her expression turned earnest. “The Demonic Sect is lawless, but the Pure Land offers you a path to survival.”
“The Subduing Dragon Temple lies here.”
“Offer your Dao Foundation to the Subduing Dragon Temple, and you’ll replace Guangming. I shall personally ordain you as a disciple.”
Inviting him to the Pure Land!?
Instantly, Lv Yang understood the karmic link between him and Guangming—it was the Pure Land’s maneuver to pull him into their ranks!
No, it went deeper.
“If I’m right, the Dao-born abomination found me so easily because the Pure Land helped… forcing me into a corner.”
“A forced choice—join the Pure Land or die!”
This was an open threat!
If it were the Dao Court or the Sword Pavilion, he might’ve considered it—spied on them, even.
But the Pure Land was different.
Their cultivation method, “Brahman Self Unity,” required transforming one’s consciousness into a “self” of the Pure Land’s World-Honored One.
Lv Yang had no idea if the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll could erase this mental shift. If not, taking it into his next life would doom him. Even a 0.01% risk was too much to gamble.
He exhaled sharply.
Activating his rarely used minor divine ability, he whispered a single word: Kill.
Slaughter Incantation!
Self-Detonation!
Before the woman’s stunned, confused gaze, Lv Yang’s physical form exploded, leaving only a flickering consciousness adrift.
Ten Thousand Lives Scroll!
The scroll activated instantly. All sights blurred—clouds, skies, seas, even Wu Cang’s figure fading.
Until the erasing force reached the woman.
But what happened next shocked Lv Yang beyond words, sending a tidal wave of disbelief crashing over him.
The woman, already dimming, suddenly lifted her head.
Her golden pupils blazed—not with compassion, but with an utterly different will: a tyrant’s supremacy over heaven and earth.
“…Hmm?”
A soft, surprised hum echoed within the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll’s domain—a space that should’ve been uniquely his. Faint but clear, it drifted like a ghostly whisper.
Lv Yang froze.
Then came a broken, astonished voice:
“What… are… you… doing?”
Before the words finished, the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll flipped to a new page.
The woman’s voice cut off. Her form—and those pupils, brimming with unmistakably foreign golden light—vanished entirely.
The world darkened abruptly.
Everything reset.
(End of Chapter)
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