Chapter 373: A Sudden Dead End
Chapter 373: A Sudden Dead End
Guangming’s arrival finally clarified Lv Yang’s confusion.
Why had the heavens suddenly turned hostile?
Because the World-Honored One had set its sights on him!
For a moment, Lv Yang nearly scared himself out of his wits. After ten lifetimes of cultivation, the World-Honored One was still the most absurd and shameless opponent he’d ever encountered.
A Foundation-Breaking Nascent Soul Dao Lord cultivator?
“But how the hell did I earn the World-Honored One’s attention?”
It made no sense!
For a split second, Lv Yang wondered if this was leftover trouble from his previous life, when the World-Honored One had nearly captured his reincarnated soul.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
Absolutely impossible!
“That was ages ago. If that were the case, I should’ve been seized and refined in my last life itself!”
Feeling the heavens’ urgency, Lv Yang’s eyes suddenly sharpened. “Wait—I’m wrong! I mixed up the karmic causality! It’s not that the heavens acted because the World-Honored One targeted me—it’s because the heavens have always favored me that the World-Honored One noticed!”
In short, it was all because of his Immortal Spirit identity.
“I’ve always suspected the Immortal Spirit’s purpose. It felt like the heavens deliberately created it to occupy the Fruit Position.”
Now it seemed his hunch had been spot-on.
“If my guess is right, the four Dao Lords must’ve been in a struggle with the heavens. The heavens want to nurture the Immortal Spirit, but the Dao Lords seek to suppress it!”
This revelation also cleared another lingering doubt.
Why did the Immortal Spirit still have to face tribulations?
As the heavens’ favored child, cultivation should’ve been smooth sailing—no bottlenecks, no external threats, nothing.
But what actually happened?
He’d faced the late-Stage Foundation-Building Heavenly Tribulation, then even the Five Decays of Heaven and Humanity at Foundation-Building Perfection. Every single trial came knocking.
“Now I see… those tribulations weren’t from the heavens!”
“They were inflicted by the Dao Lords!”
No wonder not a single Immortal Spirit had ever matured in all these years. Nine out of ten must’ve been sabotaged or even recruited by the Dao Lords.
Take the Holy Sect’s Chongguang as a prime example.
“What a joke—‘naturally born Immortal Spirit’ indeed!”
“The heavens nurture one with such effort, only for the Dao Lords to steal the fruits of labor and turn them into their own assets.”
Boom! Boom!
The murmuring in his ears intensified. In the vision, Guangming was rapidly approaching the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Time was running out.
Lv Yang’s mind suddenly cleared. He realized the heavens were trying to urge him—to remind him, as if saying: “Don’t worry, you’re my beloved child. Everything just now was a misunderstanding. I was only trying to save you! Hurry and open your mind, let me help you ascend!”
“I believe you, my ass!”
Lv Yang remained unmoved, guarding his clarity fiercely. “You want to help me? Save me? If that were true, you wouldn’t have made me feel drowsy earlier!”
In the end, it was still about harming him!
Even so, a trace of helplessness surfaced. The heavens and the World-Honored One—fronted by a wolf, backed by a tiger, leaving no room to maneuver.
“Fine… I’ll self-destruct!”
You win. I’ll give up this round.
Lv Yang focused his intent.
But the next second, his expression stiffened. His Immortal Spirit body was already bound by the Baiyue Sacred Pool.
Suicide was impossible!
This time, even Lv Yang’s face paled.
If it were just a simple suicide prevention, he wouldn’t care. As long as he kept his mind guarded, opportunities would arise. But the World-Honored One was already on the way!
If it cornered him now, and he couldn’t even die…
He’d be finished!
To make matters worse, the World-Honored One’s target was almost certainly him—to snatch a morsel from the heavens’ mouth. The Dao Lord’s intent was clear: to convert him.
—A dead end!
Without warning, without any psychological preparation, one moment he had the heavens’ support, the next his luck had turned, and freedom was gone.
Yet even now, his mind remained clear.
The heavens’ murmuring grew louder, warning of the crisis, urging him to consider the bigger picture, trying to stir his fear.
“Let the World-Honored One come!”
As this thought solidified, the murmuring became a thunderous roar. But Lv Yang stood unmoved, his lips curling into a cold smirk.
“Keep stirring, keep meddling!”
“If your meddling brings the World-Honored One to turn me into a Buddhist cultivator, if it drags a Dao Lord here to destroy my Immortal Spirit body, I’ll just play this game with you to the bitter end!”
Was Lv Yang afraid of death?
Of course. But ten lifetimes had taught him this truth: the more you fear death, the more you must act fearless. In this hellish place, only madness could carve a path to survival.
Silence fell.
All murmurs vanished. Lv Yang sat still, his mind crystalline. The heavens’ invasive presence—both a crisis and the finest whetstone—honed his newly forged “sword-heart” to razor-sharp brilliance, like a cold blade drawn from its sheath.
Then, a thunderous surge!
But this time, Lv Yang smiled. He could feel this new drowsiness—it was far weaker than before!
Had the heavens relented?
Impossible. More likely, they had something more urgent to handle, forcing them to divert power from targeting him.
“This is enough… this is enough!”
When two tigers clash, one must fall wounded!
His chance lay here!
The next second, tremors surged underfoot.
“Amitabha!”
A deep Buddhist chant echoed through the skies. Guangming had arrived, standing at the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s gate, his face bearing a compassionate smile.
“Hua Hua!”
Simultaneously, Lv Yang watched in horror as his painstakingly cultivated Divine Abilities—Armaments Sovereign, Adamantine Sovereign, and Imperial Frost Edict—flew out of his body.
Only the Tribulation Tempest Blade remained.
Forged from the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll, this treasure severed karma itself. Only Lv Yang could wield it; not even the heavens could interfere.
Yet soon, he witnessed something that left him stunned.
A bell rang across the heavens. A Celestial Vanguard-Terrestrial Sha suddenly coalesced before him, condensing into a white mist that gently descended.
Youjin!
The Celestial Vanguard-Terrestrial Sha had formed!
Right in front of his eyes!
“This… is the heavens’ true favored child! If they really supported me fully, why would I waste time seeking a Celestial Vanguard-Terrestrial Sha?”
Lv Yang glared at the Youjin, his teeth grinding.
Now he understood the heavens’ intent. Why sabotage him? Because he was uncontrollable. The heavens needed a compliant Immortal Spirit!
“No wonder they distrust me… the heavens must’ve suffered enough from Fortune’s betrayal. They elevated Fortune to True Monarch, only for Fortune to sell them out, giving them nothing in return. But how can they compare me to that traitor? Don’t they know I’m a decent guy?”
The next second, the Youjin merged with Lv Yang’s true body.
A fourth Divine Ability emerged.
The Mingtian Bell!
In an instant, no radiant light appeared—only a resonant bell chime. The four Divine Abilities gathered, forming a shadow that shot out of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s gate.
Witnessing this, Guangming—who had been preparing to shatter the sect’s formation—paused, then nodded in satisfaction.
“Disciple, it seems fate binds us as master and apprentice.”
(End of Chapter)
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