Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1200 The Great Dream is About to Awaken
The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

The sky was high above, and the clouds stretched endlessly, but now a raging fire had broken out, as if a scarlet scroll had been spread from the south to the north.

As far as the eye can see, the fire spreads to the horizon.

However, this raging scene did not shine as brightly as the "fire in the sky," but instead cast a dark and inexplicably gloomy color.

[Mountaintop Fire].

This fruition was thus suspended in the dome, displaying itself freely, and with its profound sound resounding, it spread throughout the vast Immortal Pivot in an instant, proclaiming to all cultivators under heaven.

【The Supreme Lord of Fate】!
All that could be seen was the setting sun, and all those bathed in its light, whether mortals or immortals, heard this supreme and noble mystical title.

In an instant, countless Qi Refining cultivators and Foundation Establishment cultivators bowed in respect. Even True Monarchs who were in seclusion emerged from their caves and nodded in the direction of their positions. After all, they were True Monarchs, and even if they were just newly promoted, they still stood on the throne of honor.

at the same time.

Inside the Lao Jun Temple, Lü Yang, who had completely stepped out of the jade world, stood with his hands behind his back. Countless cultivators in the mountain rushed towards him in disbelief.

"Greetings, Great Virtuous Immortal."

The leader was none other than Master Yu Hua. The old master was overjoyed and knelt down without saying a word, kowtowing heavily.

After him, the other cultivators followed suit.

Seeing this, Lü Yang smiled calmly, then waved his sleeve, and immediately the light of the sky surged like a tide, as fierce as fire, sweeping away the demonic aura within a radius of thousands of miles.

The cheers grew even louder.

Many of the cultivators who survived the ordeal raised their hands with fervent expressions, looking excited as if they could never repay the great immortal's kindness.

However, Lü Yang gradually frowned.

'No, where's Ling Xiao?'

By leveraging the momentum of the [Mountain Fire], he spread his energy throughout the entire Pseudo-History Immortal Pivot. If Ling Xiao were also present, he would have been able to detect it.

If that's the case, why not come?
Or is it that you can't come?
Thinking of this, a heavy look appeared in Lü Yang's eyes. He immediately withdrew his mystical powers and transformed back into an old man with a pale face, returning to the temple.

Now that he has attained the position of True Lord, he can act more freely.

With a slight thought, Lü Yang's consciousness immediately connected with the Heavenly Palace outside the false history, and under the cover of the [Mountain Fire], he obtained a mysterious treasure.

【Di Tian Sui】!
In an instant, a series of Bagua diagrams appeared between Lü Yang's fingers, followed by the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The two collided, predicting the cause and effect of the future.

Soon after, two hexagrams appeared.

Lu Yang looked closely and immediately frowned: 'The Five Elements use [Wood], the Eight Trigrams use [Gen], [Wood] corresponds to Lingxiao (the highest heaven), and [Gen] represents his current predicament.'

'Wood corresponds to the Gen trigram, bringing good fortune in spring and summer, but misfortune in autumn and winter; it is best to choose the right time.'

Lu Yang rubbed his fingers, a look of understanding gradually appearing in his eyes: 'In other words, the reason Ling Xiao didn't come is because he didn't respond to the auspicious time.'

"His entry into the fabricated history occurred at a different time than mine!"

Although he, Ling Xiao, and the disciple of the Master of Magic were all sent into pseudo-history, and all were locked in 128,600 years ago.

However, this is just an imaginary number.

After all, the closer to the time of the Dao Lord's great battle, the stronger the interference will be. Therefore, the time when the last three arrived at the pseudo-history will definitely have subtle differences.

Of course, the difference won't be too big.

While it might not be hundreds of years, it could be as short as a few years or as long as several decades. In other words, Ling Xiao might not even have entered yet!
Of course, this is an optimistic view.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao might have arrived earlier than him, but for some unknown reason, he was unable to contact him.

'We need to check this out.'

Thinking of this, Lü Yang immediately had a thought, and soon after, Master Yu Hua, who had received the message, walked quickly into the temple with a grateful expression.

Then came a thud. "Thank you, immortal, for saving my disciple's life!"

"Get up."

Lu Yang waved his hand and said calmly, "Your disciple is severely depleted of energy and spirit. He is too weak to take any supplements now. Let him sleep and recuperate for a month."

"Thank you, Immortal!" Master Yu Hua kowtowed again.

"Alright, instead of these formalities, let's focus on getting things done." Lü Yang said decisively, "Give me a copy of the history from the past hundred years."

"Yes!"

Master Yu Hua showed no sign of doubt and immediately nodded in agreement. He then happily led his disciple away from the temple.

Only Lü Yang remained, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Arriving early, but arriving late.

'If it's the latter, that's fine; it just means waiting a little longer. But if it's the former, then this fabricated history is probably much more complex than I thought.'

Jiangnan, Jiange.

Unlike the official history, the pseudo-history of Jian Ge does not have a mountain gate that soars into the clouds like a divine sword, but rather a series of sword peaks standing on the ground.

However, there is one place that is exactly the same as in the official history.

It is indeed [Jitian Cliff].

This place remains the highest peak in Jiangnan, and on the edge of the cliff, a figure can be seen sitting cross-legged, stroking his sword and gazing at the setting sun.

If Lü Yang were here, he would be greatly surprised, because this person's appearance is exactly the same as that of the Demon-Slaying Immortal. At first glance, there is nothing special about him, like an ordinary person that can be seen anywhere in the mortal world. He even looks a bit gloomy, with his brows furrowed.

".【Mountain Fire】."

The next second, the man suddenly spoke: "Fellow Daoist, is this the person you've been waiting for?"

After a brief silence, the wind whistled through the cliffs, followed by a soft laugh: "This is the twelfth time you've asked me this question over the years, fellow Daoist."

"But I can't even see it, how can I distinguish it for you, fellow Daoist?"

"If you really want to know, why don't you let me out for a moment so I can take a look? Perhaps then I can give you a definite answer."

The man shook his head upon hearing this:

"I don't trust the devil."

Upon hearing this, the voice in the wind changed instantly, filled with innocence: "I've said it countless times, I have absolutely no connection with that so-called First Saint Sect."

"Fellow Daoist, you are slandering me."

"Whether it is true or not, I can tell in my heart."

The man's voice was cold. He then turned his gaze to the dome above, where the strange phenomenon known as "Mars Guarding the Heart" remained suspended high.

"It's pitiful and lamentable."

The voice rang out again in the mountain breeze:

"The world is corrupt, but I am the only one who is pure. That is probably how you are now, fellow Daoist. Your attainments in the Dao heart are actually a source of pain for you."

The man remained silent.

After a long while, he finally looked away from the "Mars Guards the Heart" formation, and instead let out a long sigh, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you finally told me."

"Thank you."

"It seems that I'm finally about to wake up from this long dream."

(End of this chapter)