Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1126 The Last Candle
【The Other Shore】, the fifth level.

The tiny figure had reached this point, and its slender silhouette could now be vaguely seen. Its voice was also incredibly loud, no longer the ethereal and aloof figure it once was.

"Zu Long, I told you this a long time ago."

"Being overconfident will lead to trouble. You learned this lesson back then, and you still can't change it now. Perhaps this is the shortcoming of a born god."

The first sage spoke calmly.

However, upon seeing this scene, whether it was the World Honored One, Dao Tianqi, or Lü Yang, they all widened their eyes, genuine surprise appearing in their eyes.

'Why is he still able to go down?'

The Nascent Soul Pill has already been integrated into the Other Shore, which is now locked. Theoretically, all the Dao Lords should be unable to move!

"Nothing strange."

The First Sage seemed to have read the World Honored One's thoughts and laughed, "The so-called Nascent Soul Pill uses ingredients from the Ancestral Dragon's legacy. Do you think I would hold nothing back?"

"Of course, it's not a scheme, nor is there any malice. It's just that its effects are somewhat concealed—in short, the [Other Shore] integrated into the Nascent Soul Pill only locks the upper limit, but the lower limit is not restricted. I can go down, but you cannot go up."

At this point, the First Saint glanced down.

On the fourth level of the Other Shore, a sword light was gradually becoming brighter, with a faint hint of impending burst, but it disappeared again after a moment.

'It's the Sword Master.'

Lü Yang gritted his teeth: 'That's it! In his previous life, the Sword Lord could temporarily unleash his power and reach the fifth level of the [Other Shore]. If he could, he could break the deadlock!'

Because the other side determined the enslavement of the First Dragon.

At this moment, the First Saint took two steps down, falling from the seventh floor to the fifth floor. As long as the Sword Lord also ascends to the fifth floor, it will affect the enslavement of the Ancestral Dragon.

That would be a huge variable!

However, the Nascent Soul Pill has locked away this possibility. The First Saint had anticipated this variable and sealed it off in advance to ensure that it would not happen!
It remains a flawless plan.

The next second, the First Saint stood on the fifth level, his interference with the mortal world reaching an unprecedented peak, his almost tangible gaze falling upon the mortal world.

Almost simultaneously, Angxiao looked up.

He did not look away, his narrow eyes calmly meeting the gaze of the First Saint, seemingly unaffected by the consequences of looking directly at the Dao Lord's true form!

This is different from before. Previously, the Primordial Saint was led into the Underworld by Dao Tianqi, and his status was suppressed, which allowed Lü Yang to face his true form without self-destructing. But now, the Primordial Saint has returned to his peak, and [Angxiao] has completely withstood the backlash by relying on his perfected Golden Core Dao Lord status!

The next second, he spoke.

"Master, I too wish to enter the other shore."

In his narrow eyes, there was expectation, a smile, and determination, but above all, unwavering resolve.

“I control the [calamity] and enter the [other shore]. Like Sword Lord and Cang Hao, I can also contribute to the Ancestral Master's ascension to the Divine Transformation Realm. Why limit myself to Ancestral Dragon alone?”

Yes! That's the key point!

Since ascending to godhood requires five celestial numbers, then whether it's the Ancestral Dragon devouring the [calamity] or [Angxiao] proving the [calamity] and reaching the [other shore].

In essence, there is no difference!
At least for the First Saint, there is no difference. Although the Ancestral Dragon may have a little objection, the First Saint is the one who ultimately decides everything.

Now, the situation is different again!

In the underworld, a look of anticipation also appeared in Lü Yang's eyes:
Unlike previous lives, in this life, Angxiao's interests are aligned with those of the First Saint. Could it be that he truly has hope in this life?

In the present world, Xuan Yuan.

Within the palace high above the world, a young man sat cross-legged, witnessing the same scene. His burgeoning ambitions dissolved into a sigh of melancholy.

"We lost. We were simply outmatched."

He was the third person besides Angxiao and Feixue that Lü Yang sensed when the Nascent Soul Pill was being opened, and the personal disciple of the Master of Magic.

His name is Miaole.

In his palm lay a perfectly crafted, flawless plane, flowing with dreamlike colors, breathtakingly beautiful and magnificent. He was also at the Heavenly Ascension Realm, but unlike [Angxiao], he followed the purest ancient method, like the World Honored One and Dao Tianqi, achieving advancement by creating a perfect plane. This plane was named [Huangliang], a dream plane, and his greatest trump card to prove his [calamity].

But now, he sighs in despair.

If [Angxiao] only had one dark storm, then he would still have the confidence to fight. However, [Huangliang] brought the sea of ​​light into his dream, and the calamity it stirred up would only be greater.

But things are different now.

In addition to the dark storm, [Angxiao] also usurped the favor that [Jieshu] had previously bestowed upon Zulong. With all these factors combined, he had no chance of winning.

They lost before they even made a move.

One step behind, every step behind.

But this was the limit of what he could do, because Xuan Yuan was affected by the backlash from the sealing of the Five Elements by the Daoist Master of Magic, and was unable to interfere with the present world.

'Could it be that fate truly is not in my own hands?'

Thinking of this, Miao Le's face was almost numb. Unlike Ang Xiao, who was risking his life, he couldn't even muster the idea of ​​taking a gamble.

Because that would be suicide.

There is absolutely no hope!

Therefore, after a brief silence, the aura of this great disciple of the Dao of Magic, the reclusive and powerful True Lord of the Heavenly Realm, eventually dissipated into nothingness.

Where exactly does my path lie?

Above the sea of ​​light, after Angxiao finished speaking, he stopped looking at the First Saint, decisively abandoned everything, and devoted all his mind to the Calamity.

In a daze, he seemed to see his gaze rising.

He cleaved open the endless void, lifting his life and slowly drawing him toward the unreachable "other shore" suspended above the mortal world.

But just then, a beam of light fell.

His words became law, and his pronouncements were absolute and decisive.

Angxiao attained enlightenment, but he failed to reach the other shore because the calamity had swallowed too many images, and it needed time to recover before it could continue.

"Boom!"

The radiance of "Destiny" filled the heavens and earth, yet "Calamity," which had previously remained unmoved, seemed to recall its former love, the Ancestral Dragon.

The next second, the image of the calamity, which was originally enough to propel [Angxiao] to the other shore and was surging to the extreme, suddenly split into about one-third and returned to the Ancestral Dragon. It was this one-third defect that abruptly broke the last step of [Angxiao] to reach the other shore!
Angxiao suddenly stopped.

His narrow eyes gazed at the distant "other shore," as if he saw pairs of eyes looking down at him with pity, mockery, or indifference.

"Grandmaster, is this your decision?" [Angxiao] gritted his teeth.

He succeeded, yet he also failed.

Success means that the calamity falls upon him, and they become one with it. If he has not had too much of his imagery removed, he has already stepped onto the other shore!
Unfortunately, he ran out of time.

'If I don't enter the Other Shore now, the Other Shore will begin its ascension. If I succeed, I'll disappear; if I fail, I'll crash. There will be no place for me to land.'

Without the "Other Shore," what good is it if he controls the "Calamity"?
He had already gone all in and reached the Golden Core Perfection stage, but he lacked a primordial spirit. If he did not ascend to the Other Shore, he would be unable to prevent himself from becoming lost.

It's still a dead end!

Without a primordial spirit, one is destined to be lost at the Golden Core Perfection realm. Whether or not one can control the "calamity" only determines when or when one will ultimately be lost.

It's like a candle.

No matter how fiercely or brightly a candle burns, it will eventually burn out. The only difference is how long it burns; the outcome will not change.

Just like a fixed number.

(End of this chapter)