Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1117 Saving Si Chong!
Initially, it was just a very ordinary change.

All the cultivators of the Immortal Pivot, who had long been ravaged by the storms of darkness, suddenly saw fleeting glimpses of the past.

It's like looking in a mirror.

The once-normal world, my childhood, my parents' years of struggle—layers of illusions emerge and pile up on the present.

In the mortal realm, groups of cultivators clashed fiercely in the air, countless sparks igniting the night sky; sects large and small, their elders discussed the Dao and expounded the Dharma, displaying the elegance of immortals with every laugh and conversation; Golden Core True Monarchs, having attained their positions, their true forms filling the universe, while fallen cultivators exploded into a dazzling firework in a sea of ​​light—

History is gradually revealing its true face.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years, the long history since the War of the Dao Lord, the phantoms from ancient times are vividly reflected before all living beings at this moment.

It resembles the inner and outer views of a river.

They are parallel, but do not intersect.

Together they form a bizarre and fantastical whole, clearly visible yet untouchable, like a stage play without an audience.

The strange phenomena were not limited to the Immortal Pivot, but spread throughout the entire Sea of ​​Light, filled the Foundation Establishment Realm, and even extended all the way to the [Sea of ​​Bitterness]. Only the Underworld was not among them, but it faintly emerged. Even so, those reflections that did not belong to this world were constantly spreading over.

"Boom!"

The Purple-Blue Douluo Fire boiled in the furnace. Lü Yang kept working, adding auxiliary materials to the furnace according to the pill formula provided by the first Demon-Taming Peak Master.

He spent most of his mind in the furnace.

He devoted only a small portion of his energy to observing the changes around him, watching the swarming illusions, and he had already realized something:
It's fabricated history.

'To be precise, it should be the first history, the official history before the Buddha's enlightenment. It has actually manifested. It's no longer hidden?'

Lü Yang immediately understood.

'It's coming!'

As if in response to his heartfelt wish, at the same moment that the First History manifested in the form of a phantom, two beams of light also shone forth.

Lu Yang could see clearly that the two towering figures that had been clinging to the edge of the underworld, observing him with indescribable "faces," seemed to have seen what they wanted. Satisfied, they moved their faces away and turned to look at the historical light and shadow that kept appearing.

In that instant, the sea of ​​light trembled.

Two unparalleled forces stormed into the light and shadow of history with an unstoppable momentum, going against the current and rushing towards the source of cause and effect.

The two worked together seamlessly.

The former is like a boiling ocean, with boundless magical power, while the latter is a collection of infinite colors, which in turn transform into a beam of mysterious light.

【All laws!】

An invisible sound echoed between heaven and earth, clanging like metal clashing, followed by the resounding cry of a sword, booming from the deepest recesses of history:

"Zheng——!"

Only the sound of swords could be heard, but no sword light could be seen. Only a dazzling brilliance stretched across history, blocking all the mystical light formed by magic.

At the same time, the increasingly clear historical light and shadow seem to have been altered, becoming blurred again, and the connection with the present world has become visibly weak. The two lines that were originally parallel but extremely close are being rapidly pulled apart, no longer responding, and the future that was erased from interaction.

The Sword Master has made his move!
This Dao Lord, the only one who shared the benefits of the Cave Heaven Technique with the First Saint, displayed his abilities at this moment, almost single-handedly stopping the two Dao Lords!
However, there are reasons for this.

The first history, the pseudo-history, the history of the spirits that did not die, [the Way of Heaven] is built upon it, therefore this is the Sword Lord's home ground.

Under normal circumstances, Sword Lord alone could drive away the Dao Lord of Magic and the Dao Lord of Mana, expel the light and shadow of history, and then sever the connection with history.

But things are different now.

Because the World Honored One, as the gatekeeper, had no intention of intervening at this moment. He was the expert in this matter, yet he refrained from any interference.

Rather, the reason why the historical light and shadow appeared without warning, and even manifested in every corner of the sea of ​​light, was because of the World Honored One. Without his restraint, the two Dao Lords of the Magic Path and the Magic Power Path were able to intervene, giving the already dead Si Chong a glimmer of hope.

"World Honored One, what do you wish to do?" The invisible Daoist voice resounded, echoing throughout heaven and earth, yet no one could hear it. There was no anger in it, only the deepest scrutiny and indifference.

The Buddha did not respond to this at all.

As the Dao Lord took action, the course of history began to change, and the aftershocks of the Dao Lord's war quickly spread throughout history, causing countless lives to perish.

However, the change soon disappeared.

The images belonging to the Dao Lord of Magic Power and the Dao Lord of Magic have disappeared without a trace, and the historical light and shadow seem to have returned to their original state, with no trace of the great battle remaining.

This is not because the Dao Lords have stopped, but because their war has spread into the depths of history. The historical illusions that ordinary people can see are merely the outermost remnants. Only cultivators of high enough rank can penetrate the fog of history and see the epic war that is taking place in history.

They fought each other 30,000 years ago.

In that era, Lingxiao Donghuang Zhenjun had just attained the Dao of [Pine and Cypress Wood], and the Cave Heaven Technique, which had reached its peak, brought astonishing prosperity to the entire Guanghai.

They fought each other 60,000 years ago.

In that era, the Dao Lords had already reached the other shore, and the first generation of Demon-Taming Peak Masters was planning to establish the Underworld. That was the glorious era of the first generation of the Four Peak Masters.

They fought a bloody battle 120,000 years ago.

In that era, only 9,600 years had passed since the war of the Dao Lords began, yet at this point, the battle finally reached a stalemate.

The power of the Dao Lords was formless and intangible, yet it resounded powerfully 120,000 years ago. Even the slightest ripple of its influence was enough to affect the entire Second History. Some geniuses rose to prominence as a result, while others perished. The Heavenly Realm shifted, and the Sea of ​​Light lost its luster.

And in the place where all the chaos originated.

At the heart of this storm of time, in the chaotic intertwining of cause and effect, in a history long since turned into a fabricated illusion, there are four truly radiant lights.

Neither side backed down.

After all, whether the spirit medium survives or not represents the continuation of the Heavenly Way and the integrity of the three foundations, which, to put it more seriously, can even be called a struggle over the path of the Way.

How can we compromise?
And this is exactly what the Buddha wanted.

Above the other shore, the golden Buddha, the incarnation of the World Honored One, looked up at the sky and gazed at the tiny, untouchable black figure at the pinnacle of this world.

"What are you going to do?"

Sword Lord, Cang Hao, Fa Li, and Fa Shu—the four Dao Lords are entangled because of the Second History. You no longer have a blade to borrow to kill.

"If you want to interfere, you'll have to take action yourself!"

The next second, everything went exactly as the World Honored One had predicted. The heavy fog surrounding the "Other Shore" was pushed aside, and a tiny black figure stood high in the sky.

"hehe."

As the calm laughter subsided, almost simultaneously, the winds and clouds churned, and the spiritual energy within the sea of ​​light collapsed in an instant, transforming into a massive surge of spiritual energy that swept across several realms.

As this wave approached the Immortal Pivot, it condensed into a visible palm with clear lines. It carried the overwhelming pressure of its rank as it fell from an infinite height, shattering the void and transforming into pure light that swept away everything. It flew straight toward the Underworld!

"Well!"

At this moment, Lü Yang, who was still focused on refining pills, felt as if time had stopped flowing around him, and an eternal tranquility suddenly enveloped his mind.

However, almost simultaneously.

"Amitabha!"

Accompanied by a Buddhist chant, spiritual energy gathered, and a person's status fell, but this time a large foot manifested and kicked fiercely at the palm.

"Boom!"

With a palm strike and a kick, in the instant of their collision, all the brilliance of the world was stolen, the stars dimmed, and only the supreme wills collided in the darkness!

(End of this chapter)