Chapter 372
Chapter 372
"Insightful Clarity!"
The moment the crystalline divine light enveloped Lv Yang, his nearly unconscious mind snapped into razor-sharp clarity.
"Remain steadfast in tranquility, attain the peak of emptiness."
Sword Heart Clarity!
The second stage of Sword Dao, equivalent to the Foundation Building True Man realm. Compared to other cultivators, this innate Divine Ability granted him an extraordinary edge—proving critical now.
Yet even this wasn’t enough.
What mattered more was—
"Purple Talent!"
A Few Tricks Up One’s Sleeve: No matter how terrifying the attack, as long as it falls within your capabilities, you can effortlessly counter twice.
A gift from the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll, this talent didn’t require activation. It automatically triggered whenever Lv Yang faced an attack theoretically defeatable but impossible to block under normal circumstances. And now, it activated.
This was the moment it mattered.
Lv Yang had only just mastered Sword Heart Clarity—perhaps a mere one-in-ten-thousand chance of awakening to the danger in that crisis.
But A Few Tricks Up One’s Sleeve turned impossibility into inevitability.
Gaining a fleeting moment to breathe, Lv Yang reacted instantly. As Insightful Clarity’s divine essence enveloped him, he activated another Divine Ability.
"Willbinding Trap!"
His consciousness linked to the sword avatar. The Mystic River Eternal Guardian Gold Blade in its hand flared with brilliance, followed by a crisp explosion.
Earlier, during his battle with Longyue, Lv Yang had deployed Willbinding Trap from the start. The entire Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Holy Mountain now lay within its Divine Ability’s range, unretracted. Activating it now instantly reversed his dire situation, dissolving threats into nothingness.
"Crack!"
The world before Lv Yang shattered in an instant. Yet his expression darkened—his physical body hadn’t escaped the Baiyue Sacred Pool.
He remained submerged, but now reverted to the moment of entry. His mind was sharp, the eerie drowsiness yet to return. Yet danger still loomed.
And this time, it came faster.
The drowsiness surged more violently than before. A melodic murmur echoed in his ears, as if unraveling the universe’s deepest truths.
This time, Lv Yang was prepared.
He sealed his six senses. With Sword Heart Clarity’s enhancement, time slowed to a near halt. He sat in serene stillness, his consciousness retreating into a private realm unique to him.
This was Sword Heart Clarity’s other power: to enter an inner space where endless time passed in an instant. Here, he could strategize through crises before reemerging to face reality.
"What’s happening?"
Lv Yang’s eyes gleamed with incisive light. Though trapped, his calm deepened. His will, sharp as a sword, severed all negative emotions.
"Who’s scheming against me—Ang Xiao?"
He reviewed every detail since his reincarnation, seeking anomalies.
"Have I… been too fortunate lately?"
Lately, fortune favored him effortlessly. Joining the Sword Pavilion, every obstacle vanished without struggle. His former caution seemed like a façade now.
Encountering the Baiyue Sacred Pool, he’d rushed in without hesitation—unlike his usual self.
"This isn’t me!"
"This place is naturally formed. I’m an Immortal Spirit body."
A thought surfaced: "Are the heavens trying to kill me?"
Why? Weren’t Immortal Spirits cherished by heaven itself?
"Wait… I remember."
Suspecting the heavens was like finding the key to a locked door.
Hadn’t he doubted them before?
Years ago, in the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit, he’d questioned fortune when seizing the Shenjin by chance. Then, the Mystic Spirit Realm and subsequent events made him abandon that suspicion.
Another memory surfaced.
"Fortune!"
A decade ago, he’d defeated the Golden Core Sovereign, using the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll to refine Fortune’s Golden Nature, absorbing its millennia of cultivation. Yet he’d never truly used it—treating it as a mere vessel.
A chill ran down his spine:
"Fortune, like me, was blessed by heaven. But he abandoned this world, his memories likely holding secrets heaven wished to hide."
This was the Veil of Cognition!
"Did Ang Xiao act secretly? No… If so, I couldn’t have slain Fortune or obtained Golden Nature."
Then why?
Both incidents occurred during his clashes with Ang Xiao. It felt more like the influence of the Great Forest Wood itself.
"Could the heavens manipulate Fruit Position power?"
"Is the True Monarch not the Fruit Position’s master?"
A realization eased his tension: "The heavens must have limits. They can’t strike openly."
Perhaps due to the Dao Sovereign’s existence, the heavens had to scheme covertly.
Yet the bad news remained—he’d already fallen into their trap.
"Wait… This timing is too early! I haven’t perfected my Immortal Spirit body yet."
One final trial—You Jin—remained. Though he could use Chifa (Lawkeeper) to simulate You Jin’s Divine Ability, it wasn’t genuine. His Immortal Spirit body remained incomplete.
"Even if the heavens targeted me, they should wait until I mastered You Jin!"
Now he understood their intent:
Like a player at peak strength, moments from victory, the heavens snatched the controller away.
"Damn bastards!"
They were stealing his hard-earned triumph!
Yet the question lingered—why act now, before his full ascension?
Suddenly—
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion shattered his thoughts, snapping him out of Sword Heart Clarity. Time resumed its flow.
The oppressive drowsiness surged again.
But Lv Yang, calm as ever, countered with Tribulation Tempest Blade and Sword Heart Clarity.
A Few Tricks Up One’s Sleeve!
Once before, once now.
Activating Willbinding Trap again, he manipulated reality, dissolving adversity. His senses sharpened anew.
This time, the murmurs changed.
Alongside them came visions—a flood of golden light reflecting a merciful golden Buddha.
Riding a six-tusked white elephant, its trunk cradling a white lotus, the figure sat in meditation, hands forming the demon-subduing seal. Its wisdom-light eradicated greed and desire, radiant as a midday sun—blinding in its perfection.
Then, the vision dissolved.
The golden Buddha vanished, replaced by a familiar figure: a young monk, palms joined, eyes serene. Recognition flashed in Lv Yang’s mind.
"Guangming."
Why the urgency from the heavens?
Because Guangming had come. The Buddha’s Child—the embodiment of Pure Land itself. In truth, the World-Honored One’s emissary!
(End of Chapter)
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