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Chapter 185: Avici Karmic Causality
Chapter 185: Avici Karmic Causality
Overseas Dominion, an endless expanse of ocean.
Lin Yang soared through the skies on a streak of radiant light when suddenly a blazing Fortune Pillar appeared overhead, burning fiercely before dissolving into an intuitive force guiding his path.
These were the Karmic Merit Fortunes of the Divine Martial Gate.
In his previous life, he had used these Karmic Merit Fortunes to locate the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm. But this time, having broken through to a higher cultivation stage, these Fortunes could serve a different purpose.
In the next moment, a crimson light drifted from Lin Yang’s sleeve, coalescing into a petite figure—a girl clad in a red cotton jacket with twin buns atop her head. She perched on his knee, nuzzling affectionately against his chest as she asked, “Master, are you going to find the former master?”
“That’s right,” Lin Yang replied, gently patting her head. “Your karmic burdens are immense. Now that Heaven-Sundering Malice has taken root, the consequences are manifesting early.”
This was a recent revelation.
When he first accepted the Avici Sword, he’d inherited a karmic debt from its original owner—a late-stage Foundation Building True Man. By gaining the sword’s power, he’d unwittingly bound himself to the duty of guiding the original owner’s reincarnation back from the cycle of rebirth. Yet this task was perilous—previous wielders of the Avici Sword had all perished trying to fulfill it, which explained why such a supreme Spirit Treasure had remained abandoned in the Holy Sect.
Now, as Lin Yang broke through to mid-stage Foundation Building, the karmic backlash had accelerated.
“This shouldn’t have surfaced so soon,” he mused, “but my breakthrough to mid-stage, combined with the Heaven-Sundering Malice’s influence, forced it ahead of schedule.”
He had no choice but to act.
If he ignored it, the Avici Sword’s Spirit would abandon him regardless of its willingness, and the karmic backlash could devour his own fortune. That was the Heaven-Sundering Malice’s insidious nature—not creating karma directly, but exploiting existing threads to leave no traceable consequences.
Though his power had grown this lifetime, the corresponding crises had become deadlier. Without intervention, he’d likely meet the same fate as before—perishing here in Overseas Dominion.
But this time, there would be an intervention.
“Come then,” Lin Yang murmured, his lips curving as he gazed at the crimson “Peril” mark glowing ominously above him. The True Monarch’s personal companion nestled in his arms was the greatest wildcard for this journey to Overseas Dominion.
Whoever came—no matter who—would meet the same end: annihilation.
Moments later, as half the Divine Martial Gate’s Karmic Merit Fortunes dissipated, the Heavenly Mechanism’s veil lifted. Lin Yang calculated the path with a flick of his fingers, the truth unfolding clearly.
He arched a brow. “No pretense at all.”
The Avici Sword’s former owner—the reincarnation of that great True Man—was destined to be reborn in Overseas Dominion’s desolate reaches. Worse, their fate was entangled with the Dao Court?
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Lin Yang’s head snapped up, his gaze piercing the horizon. A dazzling sword beam was hurtling toward him.
——
Overseas Dominion, the Xiu Su Sea.
The spiritual qi here was far harsher than the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm’s Chaotic Currents Sea. This was a barren wasteland, inhospitable to cultivators.
Yet in this treacherous expanse floated a colossal warship the size of a mountain. Radiant arcane lights emanated from its bow, suppressing the sea’s turbulence and stabilizing the chaotic spiritual qi. Crowds of armored figures bustled across its decks.
“Grand Marshal, all preparations are complete,” a messenger reported.
At the bow stood a burly man wearing a three-ridge silver crown and a dark robe. His expression brightened with anticipation.
The Dao Court’s hierarchy was reflected in its attire. A three-ridge crown and dark silk robe signified a Fifth-Rank official—just one step below the crimson-robed Fourth-Rank ministers of the imperial court.
Indeed, this man was Ying Tongshou, the Martial Virtue General commanding the Wave-Suppressing Fleet. With Fifth-Rank authority, his cultivation was no weaker than early-stage Foundation Building.
“Issue the order,” Ying Tongshou commanded gravely. “Seal off Xiu Su Sea—no one enters. Remember, we act on His Majesty’s secret decree.”
“If the Siting Bureau’s calculations hold true, Blood Demon Isle will emerge in this sea in three days. If we enter first and retrieve the blood demon True Man’s soul, the karmic chain will lure the Demonic Sect’s Yuan Tu (Slaughter) True Man straight to Jiangdong.”
“Grand Marshal, this mission is perilous,” his deputy cautioned. “You’re only Fifth-Rank. Entering Blood Demon Isle recklessly could—”
“There’s no need to fret,” Ying Tongshou interrupted with a grin. “Precisely because I’m low-ranking and weak-cultivated, no one notices my departure. But once we set sail…”
His voice trailed off as he withdrew a golden talisman from his robes. The deputy’s eyes widened—it was an Imperial Edict for Promotion!
“You’re to be promoted?” the deputy blurted.
“Correct!” Ying Tongshou’s pride was unmistakable. “The Emperor secretly decreed my promotion to Fourth-Rank Guangwei General—once we depart, I’ll ascend to mid-stage Foundation Building!”
This was the Dao Court’s system: rank bestowed cultivation. One could leap from Qi Condensation to Foundation Peak overnight with a title. But without sufficient karma to sustain it, the body would shatter, leaving death in its wake.
Karmic Merit Fortune was the price of power.
Only by serving the land could one accumulate it. Thus, the Siting Bureau determined promotions by measuring karma. High merit meant governance well-done; low merit, corruption.
This was why the Dao Court stood among the orthodox sects. Under its rule, the four cardinal regions remained the most stable.
——
Suddenly, a thunderous roar split the sky. A pillar of spiritual qi erupted, unleashing a tidal wave of energy that painted the heavens five-colored.
“What’s happening?!” Ying Tongshou barked.
The messenger scrambled back, panting. “Grand Marshal, there’s a battle underway!”
“A battle?!”
Before he could react, another explosion boomed—closer this time. The Spiritual Tide slammed against the Wave-Suppressing Vessel, rocking its sacred lights violently.
Ying Tongshou’s face darkened. “Early-stage Foundation Building… no, mid-stage!”
“This power… it’s no local savage. They’ve come from the mainland, rivaling even the Celestial Guardians in might!”
As his senses strained, a third detonation rang out.
Now, on the horizon, two figures clashed—one crimson, one white—their colliding auras shaking the heavens.
“Soulbound Wraith’s heir, prepare to die!”
A clear voice rang out. The white sword beam cleaved downward while the crimson figure vanished mid-air.
The blade struck the sea, carving a bottomless vortex that churned the ocean into chaos, killing countless sea creatures.
Nearby, Lin Yang hovered calmly.
On his Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, the Yanluo Patriarch’s phantom materialized, his face etched with guilt. “Young master of the Jade Pivot Sword… I’ve brought ruin upon you.”
“Nothing to fret over, Ancestor,” Lin Yang replied, unfazed. “Besides, the more that come, the better. I’ll gather them all and bury them together.”
(End of Chapter)
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