Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1195 Return to the Middle Ages!

At this moment, Lü Yang remained indifferent.

Mu Changsheng looked up, his eyes shining brightly, and his gaze met that tiny figure high above on the other side.

Time turned around, and he gradually drifted away from me.

History reversed at this moment.

In a daze, he seemed to see all the past events, and he saw history walking past him and calmly moving towards the "future".

He, on the other hand, is walking into history.

Throughout this process, the scrutinizing gaze from that tiny figure never wavered, as if it were about to be completely welded to him.

Lü Yang was not surprised.

Chu Sheng guessed that there was someone else behind Ling Xiao, and even narrowed down the target to Mu Changsheng, which already showed that the old man's methods were amazing.

'It's probably a case of shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target. The World Honored One is truly a novice; he hasn't concealed it at all. However, with the protection of the [Off-screen Observer], he couldn't possibly see through Mu Changsheng and directly see my true form, much less know that my true form is currently far beyond the Sea of ​​Light.'

Lü Yang remained calm.

He could tell that Chu Sheng intended to lock Mu Changsheng down, even if it meant delving into the false history, he would monitor Mu Changsheng's every move just as he had monitored Fei Xue.

pity--

'This tactic works, but they chose the wrong people!'

The next second, as history rewinds to 128,600 years ago, Lü Yang opens the [Off-screen Observer] and then lightly flicks it.

Mu Changsheng, observation ended.

delete!

Amidst the fabricated history, waves surged, and Mu Changsheng's figure vanished into the chaotic web of cause and effect, disappearing from the sight of the Dao Lords.

"Um!."

In an instant, not only the initial saints, but all the other Dao Lords noticed this change and looked in the direction where Mu Changsheng had disappeared.

Destiny analysis? No results found!

[Cause and Effect] Investigation? Absolutely nothing found!

[Destiny] Locked? No such person found!

Mu Changsheng vanished into thin air, without cause or effect, and none of the Dao Lords who were focused on him saw the consciousness that quietly drifted into the pseudo-history.

Using Mu Changsheng as bait to attract attention, and then taking advantage of the time 128,600 years ago, which is only a thousand years away from the war of the Dao Lord, they quietly hid themselves by taking advantage of the chaos of cause and effect caused by the instigator, thus breaking out of the control of the Dao Lord. The whole process was smooth and seamless!
"Boom!"

At this moment, all the Dao Lords fell silent.

What are they thinking?
'【variable】.'

The World Honored One quickly noticed the gazes from Sword Lord and Cang Hao, which were filled with surprise and inquiry. In their eyes, Mu Changsheng was his pawn.

Little did he know, his heart was also filled with doubt at that moment.

'Is he truly the one who uses demon-taming techniques?'

Amidst the intertwined wills of the Dao Lords, a hidden consciousness was equally surprised: 'Who is it? Besides me, is someone else hiding?'

The next second, all the Dao Lords looked up.

They all looked towards the summit of the Other Shore, towards that tiny figure—if there was a problem, it must be the work of the First Saint!
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Above the other shore, the tiny figure also reacted, but offered no explanation, simply gazing silently at the pseudo-historical river below.

'I can't see clearly.'

The power of the Dao Lords has made the false history chaotic, like a long river splitting at its source, turning into countless tributaries rushing and roaring.

Which tributary will become the main stream?

unknown.

Of course, he only needed to take one more step to suppress everything and expose that little rat hiding in the fabricated history right under his nose. But...
What should be done about the Five Elements?

'And there's the underworld.'

The First Saint turned his gaze to the Five Elements Seal. After several days of investigation, he gradually discovered the problem with the Five Elements Seal.

'She has become weak.'

'The surface appears intact, but the essence has been altered; it seems something new has been inserted—perhaps the [Heavenly Dao]? The work of Sword Lord and Cang Hao.'

The Five Elements are incomplete, indicating a fundamental error in the plan for ascending to godhood.

And then there's the underworld.

The First Saint shifted his gaze again, as if he saw the boy who was also looking up at him from the endless darkness beneath the manifested sea of ​​light.

Dao Tian Qi.

'A demon tamer. One that shouldn't have awakened is also a problem.'

Lu Yang's previous arrangements were now clearly showing their effects. The First Saint had too many things to manage, leaving him with no spare time!
If he takes a step down for the sake of fabricated history, then for the sake of the Five Elements, will he also have to take a step down? And then for the sake of the Underworld, will he take another step down? Then he'll fall from the seventh level to the fourth level, standing on equal footing with the Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the Lord of Magic! What's the difference between that and cutting off his own limbs?

'Is this also part of your scheme?'

The tiny figure's aura trembled slightly, and its eyes, gazing down at the sea of ​​light, grew even deeper: 'It understands me very well, more than I could have imagined.'

Is it that book?
'Pseudo-history, heavenly book'

【variable】.

With this thought in mind, the tiny figure suddenly stretched out his palm and, as if stirring a basin of clear water, casually pressed down on the river of false history below.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the already chaotic river of pseudo-history was plunged into complete chaos, cause and effect were confused, and history was no longer a fixed thing.

The power of all Dao Lords was severed.

This change immediately caused the other Dao Lords to frown, because with this move by the First Saint, they also lost the ability to observe and control the false history!
The implication couldn't be clearer:
You want to expose the fabricated history? You want to block my view and prevent me from interfering? Since I can't see clearly, then nobody should look!
The river flows mightily, the great river is vast.

Boundless water vapor rises from overseas, transforming into a vast, foggy sea that blots out the sun, surging over cliffs and precipices towards the inland of the Immortal Pivot.

Wherever it passed, torrential rain poured down.

Every drop of rain was like a sword falling from the sky, relentlessly cutting into the flooded people and cultivators, dissolving flesh and blood in the rain.

The sea of ​​fog is like a formless behemoth, opening its blood-red maw. Wherever it passes, it leaves no survivors, only crystal-clear white bones reflected in the water and sky. The once thriving "humanity" dissipates, replaced by a soaring "demonic aura".

In the first year of the Immortal Era, demons from overseas invaded.

After the great battle of the Dao Lords, they disappeared from the world. The six Dragon Lords joined forces to attack the inland areas, causing massive floods and mountain torrents. Coastal sects fled inland to escape the disaster.

"Boom!"

Looking at the towering mountain before him, eroded by the flood, then cracked and collapsed, the old man in the Taoist robe stared in disbelief, despair appearing in his eyes.

Hopeless.

The six dragon lords joined forces, activating the water elemental positions, and suspended themselves over the vast ocean. Only those true lords high in the heavens have the ability to protect this region.

His [Laojun Temple] is just a small sect, and as its founder, he is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. What use is he in the face of such a cataclysmic disaster?

But at this moment.

The old man's gaze suddenly froze as he saw a piece of jade floating downstream from the mountain that had been destroyed and cracked by the flood.

what is that?
The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he saw that the jade stone had seven orifices, with human figures vaguely visible inside. Only when it floated closer could he barely make out the appearance inside.

'This is.'

Its body was withered and emaciated, with white hair and beard. At the same time the old man looked at it, the stone man opened his eyes and stared straight at him.

The old man saw it more clearly, but he was also more puzzled, because although the person in the stone looked old, he had short arms and legs, and looked just like a child.

This is actually an infant who looks like an old man!
(End of this chapter)