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Chapter 302 The King of Angels Falls!

The seven archangels surveyed the dilapidated temple, their gaze finally settling on the figure seated cross-legged on a prayer mat beneath the altar.

Without saying much, they each found a reasonably intact prayer mat and slowly sat down.

However, the way he sat down and the way he looked at Lu Yan unconsciously carried an indescribable sense of caution.

This pressure, originating from the surrounding environment and the invisible, pervasive aura of immortality, is something that those magnificent, majestic, and sacred palaces could never achieve.

Lu Yan, who sat regally beneath the altar as if naturally entitled to the highest position, only slowly raised his eyes and spoke in a clear voice after the seven angel kings had taken their seats:

"All of you here were able to enter this place under the guidance of the seven unique beings of this world who are about to awaken. If that is the case, there is no need to do anything insincere."

After a slight pause, Lu Yan's lips curled into a smile, revealing a perfectly measured air of arrogance.

"I represent the underworld and wish to spread the belief in the underworld in the mysterious version."

The Great Emperor of Fengdu will also ascend above the stars to share the grand feast of yesteryear with the unique beings of this world.

This is not a request, but a decree from the Great Emperor of Fengdu!

The calm words instantly stirred up a storm within the otherwise silent temple.

The most hot-tempered of all, the Storm Angel King, was the first to lose his temper. He suddenly stood up, his face contorted with rage.

In an instant, a gale howled and clouds surged, turning the bright daylight sky into pitch black. Endless thunder was brewing in the heavens, as if it had been born out of thin air following His emotional fluctuations, manifesting above the Yellow Springs.

"Insanity!"

A furious roar echoed through the void!

In that churning sea of ​​thunder, storms and lightning converged and compressed wildly, eventually transforming into a dazzling golden lightning bolt that seemed to exist between reality and illusion.

That lightning was no ordinary thing; it was wrapped with the unique, incomplete path of a storm, like a sword wielded by a god himself, tearing through the sky and falling fiercely from above the underworld.

The boundary between illusion and reality collapsed under the golden lightning, which struck the turbid Yellow Springs River and pointed even further at the dilapidated Ancestral Hall in the middle of the river.

Its power was so great that it seemed to cleave the Yellow Springs, which flowed through history and legend, and annihilate everything it contained, including the temple and the creatures within.

The other six angel kings watched the scene unfold with subtle expressions.

They neither stopped him nor spoke, but simply observed quietly, trying to glean more information from Lu Yan's subsequent response.

As an existence rooted in the divine path and ultimately becoming a vessel for the descent of the seven great gods, the King of Angels' emotions and behavioral patterns will inevitably be extremely close to the essence of the path he governs.

The Storm Angel King controls the pathways of storms, and his nature is naturally as volatile and irritable as a storm, making him difficult to control.

To them, Lu Yan's words were nothing short of a direct and blatant provocation. The Storm Angel King's initiative was not only a manifestation of his nature, but also, to some extent, a representation of the common will of the seven archangel kings.

To test Lu Yan, or rather, to use Lu Yan to find out the background of the Fengdu Emperor behind him.

If Lu Yan can easily withstand this attack and demonstrate sufficient strength and confidence, then they will naturally have the right to continue the discussion, even on topics that they consider utterly absurd, such as spreading faith and sharing the feast.

However, if Lu Yan struggles to cope and even shows signs of weakness and exhaustion, then what awaits him will no longer be a test, but rather the other six Angel Kings will join forces without hesitation to completely suppress this arrogant underworld messenger.

However, facing the raging thunder above the Yellow Springs and the golden lightning that carried the unique incompleteness and was enough to threaten any existence below the True God, Lu Yan smiled.

He remained seated casually on the futon, without even making a move to get up. He simply shook his head slightly, his smile filled with undisguised coldness and pity.

"As expected of an angel king from a small place." His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every angel king. "Just because you hold a fragment of uniqueness from the past, do you think you are rightfully standing at the top of all living beings, second only to the unique one in this world?"
Are you prepared to pay the price for such reckless behavior?

As the words fell, a golden lightning bolt ruthlessly shattered the concept of end and death naturally inherent in the Yellow Springs River, and with unparalleled power, it slammed down on the Ancestral Hall, which seemed to be on the verge of complete collapse at any moment.

The King of the First Angels, enraged, unleashed his power, a terrifying force capable of easily annihilating an ordinary, hidden evil god.

If Lu Yan were outside, facing such an attack, his only option would probably be to immediately summon the Emperor's Dharma Image and obtain the power of the Divine Court's order from Fengdu City in order to barely survive the attack.

However, doing so would almost certainly mean that Lu Yan had used all his trump cards. Even if he managed to withstand the first attack, he would then face an attack from at least six Angel Kings, and the outcome would almost certainly be a defeat.

However, that was outside.

This place is not dominated by the order of the Seven Gods.

This is the Ancestral Hall of the Taiyi Sect, the place where the ancient and unique Taiyi Immortal fell!
Using his own memories as a medium, and with the transcendent status bestowed upon him by the Divine Court, the Underworld, and the Emperor's Dharma Image, Lu Yan managed to recreate the scene from his memories, along with some of the truth contained within it, by employing his supreme divine power to manipulate creation.

The most unique and terrifying aspect of this supreme supernatural power of manipulating creation is that what it creates is not merely a false illusion, but can, to some extent, distort reality and give it a real existence.

This means that both the fact of the immortals' fall and the lingering Daoist aura of that earth-shattering battle for the only one in this world are real events that have occurred and continue to influence this space.

In such a place where immortals have truly perished, how could a mere unique entity originating from the past and fundamentally incomplete truly shake the ancestral hall of the Taiyi Sect, which bears the karma of killing immortals?
Just as the golden lightning was about to touch the roof of the Ancestral Hall, at a fraction of a second, the memorial tablet on the altar, which had been split in half by the sword and inscribed with broken immortal characters, suddenly moved slightly.

There was no earth-shattering light, nor any world-destroying energy burst.

However, wisps of incomprehensible mist silently rose from the incomplete character for "immortal".

The clouds and mist were ethereal and unpredictable, and in an instant they seemed to condense into an invisible and intangible hand that seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, quietly reaching into the sky above the Yellow Springs.

He waved his hand seemingly casually.

In an instant, it seemed as if all things in heaven and earth, all beings in all realms, time and space, cause and effect, destiny—everything—underwent a subtle yet fundamental change with this single gesture. Change!
The core of the Way of Taiyi lies in this one word, Yi!
Everything in the world is in constant motion and changing.

The "ease" in "Taiyi" means to understand, guide, and even master this change.

The universe is transformed by the principles of change: the heavens and earth, the sun and moon, mountains and rivers, cause and effect, and all living beings. All the eternal changes in the universe are guided and controlled by the Taiyi (Great Change).

The golden lightning bolt, containing the unique and incomplete path of the storm, did not collide violently the moment it came into contact with the power of change. It was as if it had never existed, and was silently decomposed, transformed, and erased by the omnipresent power of change.

The uniqueness it carried, enough to drive countless Sequence Two powerhouses mad, also completely disintegrated and returned to nothingness within Taiyi's Daoist aura, like ice and snow melting away.

The King of Angels and the One of This World seem to be only separated by one ultimate realm. In fact, as vessels, they can theoretically bear a portion of the One of This World's power for a short period of time.

But this seemingly small difference is actually an insurmountable chasm, like an insurmountable barrier.

This unbelievable scene completely shocked all the Angel Kings present, including the Storm Angel King who had just made his move.

They could understand that Lu Yan had something to rely on, and that he must have his own trump card to dare to act in this way.

But what was happening before their eyes—a mere wisp of aura emanating from that broken memorial tablet—could so easily erase the wrathful strike of an angel king and its uniqueness. This was completely beyond their previous understanding.

"The Great One?"

An almost irrepressible thought simultaneously surfaced in the minds of the seven angel kings.

They finally vaguely realized that the aura of a mighty and terrifying being might remain within that seemingly broken memorial tablet.
But they also didn't realize, or rather, didn't have time to realize, what terrible things would happen when the Storm Angel King chose to attack, and when the memory that Lu Yan had intercepted was fully activated by this attack and began to flow according to the predetermined future.

"Those who overstep their bounds shall be executed!"

Lu Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly closed his eyes. His expression was neither happy nor sad, as calm as if he were just announcing a fact that had been destined long ago.

He slowly brought his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword gesture, and then seemingly casually slashed down from a distance at the Storm Angel King, who was stunned in place because his attack had been neutralized.

The Storm Angel King sensed a deadly crisis almost instinctively.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and without thinking, his figure blurred instantly. He retreated backward at a speed faster than lightning, and in his horror, he even left the futon beneath him.

However, the earth-shattering attack that he had anticipated did not land on him.

The surroundings remained deathly silent, with only the dilapidated memorial tablet standing quietly.

The Storm Angel King steadied himself, a look of surprise flashing across his face before a surge of anger at being mocked welled up inside him.

But when His gaze fell upon the memorial tablet, and He recalled the bizarre scene from just now, His anger was forcibly suppressed, and He could only squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Bluster!"

He felt somewhat relieved, realizing that the other party was merely using the lingering power of the memorial tablet to intimidate him, and prepared to return to his own prayer mat.

But just as He shifted slightly, preparing to return to His place...

On the altar, the memorial tablet, which was mostly cleaved by sword marks, suddenly and completely shattered the incomplete character for "immortal" on it without any warning!
In the next instant, amidst a scene that none of the Angel Kings could comprehend or even react to, an extremely dazzling sword light, seemingly condensing the brilliance of the heavens and whose trajectory could not be imagined by thought, appeared out of thin air.

This sword light seemed to originate from another world; it appeared to transcend the infinite space and time of the past, present, and future, shattering the entangled causal relationships of countless beings.

Its sharp edge could even cause countless versions that spanned multiple realms to collapse and return to a single, terrifying state under the light of this sword.

This is the scene that is etched deepest in Lu Yan's memory, an eternal and indelible moment.

Jiang Zhiwei, the first true disciple of the Taiyi Sect, killed Chang Shiyijian, the Taiyi Immortal, in the Ancestral Hall!
What Lu Yan recreated through his masterful manipulation of nature was never a simple ancestral hall.

Rather, it was the complete memory of that first true disciple who killed Taiyi Immortal here.

As for the Storm Angel King, because of the previous attacks and dodges, he left the futons that Lu Yan had prepared for them, which was equivalent to him actively stepping into this activated memory of killing immortals.

What He was about to face was no longer Lu Yan himself, but the eternal sword in Lu Yan's memory that was enough to annihilate the only one in this world.

What sequence is the King of Angels? What vessel is the true god? What is the incomplete uniqueness that wields the storm?
Under this eternal sword that transcends time and space, severs cause and effect, and can even cut down the One and only, nothing else matters.

The dazzling sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant, so fast that it was also so utterly extinguished.

Within the sword light, the figure of the Storm Angel King, along with all the concepts, existences, and causes he represented, were completely erased by the sword light, leaving no trace, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Just as the sword light was about to completely dissipate, deep within Lu Yan's consciousness, his memory of witnessing Jiang Zhiwei slaying the immortal began to change.

In that memory, Jiang Zhiwei, who had been lounging on the altar, suddenly looked at Lu Yan at a certain moment, a playful and teasing smile curving his handsome face.

"interesting!"

The laughter was extremely faint and brief, as if it were just a fleeting illusion.

But Lu Yan was certain that, precisely because of the interference of fate, His past memories had been completely rewritten.

The dazzling sword light finally dissipated completely, and the Ancestral Hall returned to its dilapidated and desolate state.

The altar remained dilapidated, and the memorial tablet, inscribed with the incomplete character for "immortal," was completely broken, losing its aura of transcendence.

However, in the Ancestral Hall, of the seven archangel kings who were originally seated on the futons, only six remain!

(End of this chapter)