Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1196 Born a Celestial Being

In the third year of the Xianli era, in Jiangdong, a coastal area.

From east to west, the territory stretches for approximately 30,000 li horizontally and nearly 10,000 li vertically, and is now enveloped and covered by a continuous, boundless river.

The surging river water was as black as ink, and the bottom could not be seen at a glance. A thick sea of ​​fog rose from the surface of the river. This was not water vapor, but the [demon aura] formed by countless demons. They were gradually replacing the spiritual energy, causing things in the world to change accordingly.

However, everything will always find a way to survive.

Even in such dire circumstances, there were still areas, large and small, like sparks, that survived under the overwhelming force of the Dragon King's conquest of the land.

【Laojun Temple】is one of them.

Right at the bottom of the river, on a not-so-high mound, arrays were in operation, creating a light barrier that squeezed all the river water to the outside.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, dozens of cultivators were busily working.

They are the most powerful cultivators on the mountain, so they came to undertake the most dangerous task: repairing and patrolling the isolation formation.

The reason this is considered the most dangerous mission is that flaws in the formation are always unavoidable. If you're lucky and don't encounter any problems, that's fine. But if a problem does occur, you have to quickly patch up the leaked demonic energy, or you could lose your life.

This time, they were clearly unlucky.

"Quick! Seal the breach."

"It's no use. The gap is getting bigger and bigger. [Demon Aura] has already entered. I'm afraid we can't stop these damned things by just repairing the formation."

"Quickly return to the temple!"

"If we can bring in a high-ranking cultivator who possesses the [Divine Offering], there should still be hope."

After a period of commotion, the gap was finally filled when a beam of light streaked across the sky, its radiant golden light manifesting as a majestic figure.

When Master Yu Hua was awakened from his seclusion and rushed to the scene, he found that his personal disciple had fallen in the lingering demonic aura. A pair of small horns had suddenly grown on his once round forehead, and scales had appeared on his skin, turning his handsome appearance into a ferocious one.

"not good."

Seeing this, Master Yu Hua gritted his teeth but dared not delay. He first dealt with the formation problem and only rolled up his personal disciple after explaining everything.

A moment later, the two had reached the top of the mountain.

What comes into view is a small temple, where incense is burning brightly, but at the head of the altar is a piece of exquisite jade with seven orifices.

"Immortal, save me!"

Upon entering the temple, Master Yu Hua immediately knelt on the ground, placed his unconscious disciple on the ground, and respectfully said...

Three years ago, it was this jade stone and the "immortal" within it that saved his lineage, Lao Jun Guan, providing a safe haven for hundreds of cultivators. Three years later, Lao Jun Guan continues to take in refugees, now numbering over a thousand.

This is just a cultivator.

If we exclude the cultivators, there are still over 100,000 mortals living around this small mountain, all relying on the protection of the "immortals".

It was by the decree of the "Immortal" that Master Yuhua established the temple, and now everyone inside and outside the mountain gate knows of the kindness of the "Great Virtuous Immortal".

Therefore, he firmly believed that even the demonic aura that everyone feared could be dealt with by this immortal.

Soon, as Master Yu Hua finished speaking, the jade gradually lit up, illuminating the scene inside and revealing an old man with a weathered face.

It was Lü Yang.

To be precise, it was formed from a divine thought of Lü Yang, and at this moment it has completely merged into the false history, becoming an unborn immortal spirit within the false history.

This is a Jiamu Fairy Spirit.

At this moment, Lü Yang's power was entirely dependent on this immortal spirit. All the great power from his original body was isolated, and even Mu Changsheng's cultivation level could not be brought over.

This is the price paid for escaping right under the nose of the First Sage.

But he didn't care.

Even though he has lost the immense power that once overwhelmed the sea of ​​light, Lü Yang's state of mind remains peaceful, showing no fluctuation despite the decline in power. This is progress in his Dao heart.

As the saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp weapon will naturally have murderous intent; he who is rolling in money will exude an air of nobility." A person's state of mind can change in many ways due to changes in external circumstances.

Once these external things are lost, very few people can remain true to themselves and face the situation calmly.

The same applies to Lü Yang.

You must understand, he is not the same as the original body. The original body has the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], so it can be restarted if necessary. He is just a divine thought; once it's gone, it's truly gone.
This initially angered and alarmed him.

Therefore, it took him three years to calm his mind and stabilize his wavering resolve. When he finally emerged from this predicament, a sudden realization dawned on him:
'No wonder everyone says that fabricated history can help temper one's Dao heart. This is the first step. To remain unchanged after experiencing such ups and downs—if one can do that, their Dao heart will immediately break through. However, the risk is great. If they manage to get out of it, all will be well; if they don't and are trapped in it, they might be ruined.'

Composing himself, Lü Yang raised his head.

In a daze, he seemed to see the great powers of the Dao Lords intertwined outside the dome, and a misty palace hovering there.

[Heavenly Palace]

Inside the palace, there was a figure vaguely looking down at him. Lu Yang knew very well that it was his true form, and the other party would not be foolish enough to risk his life.

So all I can do is suffer for my own divine thought.

'.brute!'

Thinking of this, Lü Yang couldn't help but curse. He then activated his profound magic, trying to establish a connection with the Heavenly Palace, but stopped at the last moment.

Not now.

Lu Yang sensed something was amiss. The false history was now being closely watched by the Dao Lords, and once he sensed the Heavenly Palace, it was very likely that they would find him by following the clues.

But it's not a big problem.

Lu Yang's expression remained indifferent. His foundation was already established, and he did not care about the magnitude of his current power. His cultivation was still there, and his improvement was only a matter of time.

'Moreover, as long as it doesn't go too far—directly unleashing the power from the Heavenly Palace to elevate my rank, but only a subtle, mystical one—the Dao Lord would have little chance of detecting anything amiss. However, the prerequisite is that I must first expand the scale of the Divine Offering Ceremony and increase the number of worshippers.'

Lu Yang silently made his plans.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked out from inside the jade he was hiding in. In the darkness, a strong sense of malice was surrounding him.

This malice comes from heaven and earth.

The sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, as vast as an ocean, surround the hill where Lao Jun Temple is located, and could surge in at any moment.

'Heavenly Father'.

Lu Yang was fully aware of this; it was the malice of Heaven. Three years ago, the other party had already tried to possess him, who was now a celestial being.

But today is different from the past.

In the past, when faced with the possession of the foolish Heavenly Emperor, Lü Yang was helpless and could only admit defeat. However, now he has been reborn and can easily deal with it.

The Lao Jun Temple is his masterpiece.

They spread the method of bestowing gods, using Foundation Establishment cultivators who had cultivated the "Divine Offering" technique to seize this small mountain and forcibly separate it from the control of the Heavenly Emperor.

Of course, this is different from the foolishness depicted in official history.

The Heavenly Emperor in the fabricated history was perfectly clear-headed. He could sense that the reason the other party hadn't made a move against him yet was simply because they didn't have the resources to do so at the moment.

Now, it seems to have some spare capacity.

Lü Yang lowered his eyelids.

His gaze pierced through the jade and landed directly on Master Yu Hua's personal disciple who was infected by the [demonic aura]. Ripples gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)