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Chapter 184: I'm Going to Make a Big Move!
Chapter 184: I'm Going to Make a Big Move!
Lv Yang stormed out of Holy Flame Cliff with a swagger so bold it could split the heavens.
True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue’s words had acted like a shot of confidence straight to the heart. This was the privilege of being backed by a prestigious sect—one simply didn’t have to face the world alone.
Who didn’t have a powerful backer anyway?
Let the Dao Aberration of the Primordial True Sage and the scheming of the Pure Land True Monarch come. They’d dared to crush weaker foes before? Now they’d learn what it meant to face someone with real power. Just try it—see if I don’t make you pay dearly!
But Lv Yang knew True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue’s aid wasn’t charity.
“She needs me for Chongguang’s affairs, but my karmic ties are too tangled, too heavy. If I don’t clear them, I’ll drag Chongguang down with me.”
Beyond that, there was another reason—his own brilliance during the Dao Contention War had earned Qingcheng Feixue significant prestige. That was why the True Monarch had extended her hand. Clutching the Divine Edict in his pocket, Lv Yang smirked. “Now’s my chance—can’t let it slip away.”
[Karmic Purge]
True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue had spoken. Of course Lv Yang wouldn’t be foolish enough to return to the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm after handling just two foes—Dao Aberration and Guangming.
His karmic debts were endless!
The True Monarch had offered to help cleanse them. If he returned after resolving only two, he’d be the laughingstock of the cultivation world.
“The Pure Land wants to convert me, the Dao Court likely brands me a rebel, and Sword Pavilion? The Yanluo Patriarch’s still alive. Who knows what that True Monarch who eradicated Wugui Sect thinks of me? Not to mention the original owner of the Avici Sword and the debts from the Holy Sect’s Great True Man…”
Sword Pavilion, Pure Land, Dao Court, Holy Sect—every faction had tangled karma with him.
Just thinking about it made Lv Yang’s head throb.
The True Monarch believed someone had orchestrated this Heaven-Sundering Malice to kill him in the Overseas Dominion, and this time the scale would dwarf his past life’s trials. After all, last time he’d only been at Foundation Building Initial Stage. Now, having broken through to Mid-Stage, his enemies would need far greater karmic force to take him down.
The True Monarch even had plans to use him as bait.
“Perfect. Let them fish.”
Lv Yang didn’t mind being lured. The more trouble he attracted, the cleaner his karma would become afterward.
With that thought, he soared into the sky, leaving the Holy Sect behind.
Before departing, he’d also killed Wu Cang. The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner had no need for another Foundation Building cultivator, but the Avici Sword desperately required a sacrifice. Wu Cang, a Mid-Stage Foundation Building offering, had instantly restored the sword’s “Crisis” divine essence, allowing Lv Yang to see the crimson “Crisis” character hovering above his head—a tool to gauge danger.
Currently, the character glowed a faint red.
“This hue means the Heaven-Sundering Malice is brewing. As I left the Holy Sect, the crisis began converging on me.”
Not that it mattered.
Lv Yang felt no fear. He even stopped using the Embrace Mountain technique to conceal his aura, deliberately leaving himself open to detection. This time, he’d make a grand move.
Blissful Purity Pure Land, Jiangxi Province
At Moonwater Chan Grove, thousands of temples surrounded a lotus dais where a pure-featured white-robed woman preached to a sea of monks and arhats.
“As I have heard, the World-Honored One walks with countless bodhisattvas…”
Her voice resonated like celestial thunder, striking the hearts of every Buddhist cultivator present. Each felt immersed in the World-Honored One’s trials, as if reliving his journey.
Such sermons were common in the Pure Land. Through interpreting the Mahayana Perfect Enlightenment Root Sutra, each cultivator attained a unique understanding of the World-Honored One’s path. The deeper their insight, the closer their cultivation advanced toward enlightenment.
Yet suddenly, her voice ceased.
The monks, previously entranced, looked up as the goddess frowned.
“This is as I foretold,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smile. “The Yuan Tu (Slaughter) who cultivated the Ten-Thousand-Chariot Dragon Sovereign Dao Foundation has set sail. Guangming, too, has been sent to Overseas Dominion. With the karma I sowed, they’ll meet naturally, without effort.”
“Good.”
Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, Jiangnan
At the edge of the Heavenly Summit Cliff, a red-lipped, fair-skinned youth sat cross-legged, his robes whipping in the gales, hand resting on his sword. Behind him stood several Sword Pavilion True Men.
“The True Monarch’s sealed cultivation has lasted some time. Though she delayed her Golden Core’s millennium cycle, her time has come.”
“Any risks?”
“The True Monarch is prepared. With Wugui Sect’s fall as precedent, no one dares cultivate the Wall Earth method. Even if someone tried, reaching Foundation Building Peak would be impossible.”
“Except for Yuan Tu (Slaughter) of the Demon Sect.”
“He inherited Wugui Sect’s legacy, carving a Dao dominion in the Cloud Sea. Though Listen to Shadow survives, he’s but a shadow of his former self.”
The words drew a furrowed brow. “Listen to Shadow lives? This cannot be!”
“The True Monarch’s Reincarnation approaches. We cannot leave such a variable alive. Even a faded shadow is a threat.”
The speaker, a man with sword-like brows and a loose Daoist robe, radiated an aura sharper than the wind. Even Foundation Building Early-Stage cultivators flinched under his gaze; those below Foundation Building Early-Stage couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Ye Tianren, what’s your intent?”
The others grew solemn. Ye Tianren, a direct descendant of the True Monarch, was a prodigy.
Ye Xingfeng, styled Heavenly Punishment, had once been the Sword Pavilion’s foremost True Transmission Disciple, cultivating the Great Unity Celestial Vanguard Sword Slaughter. His Dao Foundation, forged from Triple-Pure Qi, had birthed a divine ability, advancing him to Foundation Building Mid-Stage.
More impressively, he’d grasped Sword Intent—a feat granting him an edge akin to an extra divine ability.
With a divine treasure sword, he could even challenge Foundation Building Late-Stage opponents. Defeat was certain, but he’d hold his ground. Against Foundation Building Mid-Stage cultivators? Undefeated thus far.
Such power bred a temperament to match. For Ye Xingfeng, a sword cultivator through and through, there was only one answer to threats:
“I’ll slay the Soulbound Wraith’s heir.”
A flick of his fingers, a calculation, then calm words: “He’s now in Overseas Dominion. I’ll eliminate him before he returns.”
“Wait,” a True Man hesitated. “Shouldn’t we consult the True Monarch first? He’s a Demon Sect cultivator—we can’t act rashly.”
Ye Xingfeng paused. Ordinarily, he’d wait. But an unease gnawed at him. After a moment, he shook his head.
“Opportunity lost is never regained. After Reincarnation, if he’s retreated to the Demon Sect, it’ll be too late. We strike now.”
“I’ll personally go to Overseas Dominion.”
Seeing his resolve, the others relented. With his strength, what danger could he face? As for the Soulbound Wraith’s heir—a mere century-old Foundation Building cultivator?
A Mid-Stage Foundation Building, Sword Intent-wielding genius?
Surely not even death could claim him.
(End of Chapter)
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