Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1135 I and you will both perish!
Heaven and earth shattered, and dazzling lights of various colors illuminated the dark sky of the underworld. Past, present, future, cause and effect, and history were all in chaos at this moment!
One by one, the Dao Lords unleashed their full power.

Countless images appeared, and figures who had once lingered in the underworld seemed to have returned from the past. Lü Yang even saw the figure of Di Cang.

These are fates.

At this moment, the Sword Lord made no attempt to conceal anything. His flying sword illuminated the Underworld, revealing all its scenes from its very beginning to the present day.

This is the trajectory of fate.

The next second, the sword light pierced through these scenes, either killing some people or destroying some objects, driving the scene to constantly change.

As the Sword Master altered the details of the scene, the originally turbulent and boundless future gradually came to a halt. Scenes leading to hope were slain, like fleeting dreams, shattering in an instant. The remaining scenes were then fused together, ultimately presenting the same result:
The underworld was destroyed, and the demon-tamer perished.

There is no other future. The Sword Lord uses [Fate] to guide the process and arrive at the result, achieving an effect similar to [Destiny]!

But the next second.

"Boom!"

The long river of fate, which should have been brought together, suddenly surged, with towering waves, as if a dam had been breached, creating a completely new tributary.

And so a new future was born.

Dao Tianqi struggled amidst the sword light, forging a blood-stained path to survival, remaining unmoved despite the endless sword light falling upon him.

Indeed, both sides have now fallen to the peak of the Golden Core stage.

However, those who have reached the Golden Core stage and can be called "Dao Lord" are ultimately imbued with some mystical power, and even without immortality, they are not so easy to kill.

Moreover, his destiny was also insufficient.

Compared to the "fixed number" that reveals the outcome, "fate" shows the process, and the process has infinite variations, far less coercive than the "fixed number".

Moreover, the Underworld was Dao Tianqi's home ground, and every profound mystery within it resonated with him, simultaneously knocking down the Sword Lord's status and diminishing his power layer by layer. For a time, they fought to a standstill until another vast expanse of light joined the battle, at which point it was completely suppressed.

Dao Lord of the Dao Court, Cang Hao!
At this moment, shrouded in a vast expanse of light, a magnificent pillar of energy suddenly appeared above Dao Tianqi's head, its purple and blue hues blending together, exuding ultimate nobility.

This is fate.

If we say that "destiny" is the result and "fate" is the process, then "luck" refers to the influencing factors, large or small, that occur within that process.

"Boom!"

A heavy, muffled sound echoed within the underworld, as the arrival of [Destiny] caused a new change in the river of fate that had been leading to a completely new future.

The future that Dao Tianqi had created in response to the mysteries of the Underworld was rapidly weakened, and the purple-blue pillar of energy above his head was also becoming increasingly thin.

His "luck" has been weakened.

Prior to this, his destiny was exceptionally strong, and he was also blessed by the underworld, which made him a significant influencing factor, thus enabling him to forge a new future.

However, now, his destiny has been stripped away and weakened, and the weight of the influencing factors has been reduced to the extreme. His ability to interfere with fate has been greatly reduced. As a result, the future tributaries he has created in the long river of destiny are getting smaller and smaller, and in the end, they are almost dried up.

"Zheng——!"

The sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant. When the tributary was still thriving, it could not be cut off, but now that it has weakened, the sword light can naturally block this tributary.

We will continue to advance this in the future.

In the next instant, at a brand new future juncture, Dao Tianqi seized the opening and created another tributary, only this time his body swayed slightly.

He can't hold on much longer.

The combined attack of the two Dao Lords, coupled with the fact that [Fate] and [Destiny] are a match made in heaven, and further amplified by the [Heavenly Dao], made them virtually unstoppable.

Each time a new tributary of the future is forcibly opened up, it is an exploitation of Dao Tianqi's foundation. This process continues until Dao Tianqi's destiny is completely depleted and he is no longer able to influence the river of fate. At that point, his "destiny is exhausted" and he will face his inevitable death.

however--

'The opportunity still exists.' Lü Yang shifted his gaze, turning in the blink of an eye to the battlefield between Ang Xiao and the Daoist Master of Magic: 'If Ang Xiao wins, we can turn the tide.'

Because [Angxiao] is not an idiot.

'Given the current situation, the best course of action is actually to release Si Chong. However, as long as the Heavenly Dao exists, Si Chong will absolutely not be able to escape.'

As long as Angxiao still has aspirations and aims for a higher realm, we must help them.

Of course, the premise is that [Angxiao] must first obtain the [Other Shore] fragment, and then upgrade it to a level that will eliminate the risk of him getting lost.

However, this is too difficult.

Because so far, amidst the power struggles of various parties, one Dao Lord has been left vacant—the Dao Lord of Magic! At this moment, he has no rivals!

"Boom!"

As Lü Yang had expected, in the next instant, the radiant light formed from billions of magical illusions descended and rushed unimpeded towards the Underworld.

In an instant, all the Dao Lords looked over.

"I won't swallow it all!"

Almost simultaneously, a voice emanated from the magical glow: "I will take one-fifth of the undead from the underworld, and leave without lingering."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang's gaze grew even more somber: 'Indeed, while the Dao Lord values ​​profit, he isn't a fool blinded by greed. He can gain an advantage with one-fifth without causing unacceptability among the other Dao Lords. In this way, truly no one can stop him!'

Thinking of this, Lü Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Having exhausted all other options, the only recourse now is to acquiesce and allow the sorcerer to take away one-fifth of the undead, otherwise the situation will collapse.

It's still too weak.

Just as Lü Yang was thinking this, suddenly, a figure passed by him and walked forward calmly, heading straight for the Master of Magic.

The Supreme Lord of the Dharma and the Primordial Essence.

As he took a step, a crimson banner appeared in his hand, though at first glance it looked like a tattered piece of cloth.

【Red Carriage and Precious Banner】

The secret treasure that Dao Tianqi gave him in the past contains the true spirits of all the three foundation cultivators who died in battle over the years, entered the underworld, and died again.

The last rays of light on the three foundations.

He solemnly unfolded it, and as he did so, figures gradually emerged from behind him—illusory, rigid, yet full of determination.

These figures are the remnants of true spirits. Now, even their faces are unclear. They have lost their memories and lives, leaving only pure instincts. Yet, at this moment, they are lined up neatly behind the Supreme Dharma Holder True Lord, as if these instincts had long been etched into their very being.

"Wow."

The spirits uttered sounds, a remnant of instinct howling, a meaningless tremor, yet the True Lord Zhifa Chiyuan understood their meaning:
Should we raise the flag?

The Supreme Dharma Holding True Lord smiled, and at this moment, the inextinguishable [Supreme Dharma Body] no longer cared about any consequences, recklessly climbing the ranks!

Behind him, in the last rays of the three foundations, a group of true spirits stood firmly, shoulder to shoulder and back to back, becoming the anchor that held his consciousness together and prevented him from losing his senses due to his high status for a short time, transforming into a crimson radiance.

【Red Carriage and Precious Banner】Flying high.

At this moment, they once again raised the banner of salvation.

With the Dao Lord before them, only a resolute roar declaring their irreconcilable enmity echoed throughout the heavens and earth:

"When the time comes, both you and I will die!"

(End of this chapter)