Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1202 Mutation
Beyond pseudo-history.

A dim net is laid out throughout the universe, and on the net, countless colorful images appear, illuminating the dark universe with light and clarity.

In the imagery, six figures stand tall.

Magic power, spells, sword lords, Cang Hao, the World Honored One, and the high and mighty First Saints, the Dao Lords who ruled the Sea of ​​Light, thus surrounded the false history in the center.

At this moment, they stood on the "Other Shore," their true forms not revealed, only their gazes falling upon them, their images manifesting. Truly, they were as majestic as the sky and as vast as the sea. If a cultivator below the Dao Lord level were to be placed here, let alone a Great True Monarch of the Heavenly Stepping Realm, even a perfected Dao Lord would still face certain death.

But at this moment.

"Hmm. This is..."

Suddenly, a soft exclamation rang out, the timing of which coincided with the moment when Miaole integrated the [Yellow Millet] into the pseudo-history, triggering the Dao Lord's senses.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the almost frozen imagery surrounding the false history came to life, and the mighty wills of the Dao Lords clashed fiercely in the darkness.

"It's Taiyi. He's actually still alive."

"That rare beast from back then?"

"Wanfa, how dare you! You actually nurtured it and even helped it reach the late stage of the Golden Core realm. Do you perhaps intend to make it attain the Dao?"

"Aren't you afraid of being devoured?"

The voices of the Dao Lords echoed loudly, some surprised, some indifferent, some warning, and some curious, but only the voice of the Dao Lord of Magic remained calm:
"To accomplish extraordinary things, one must naturally follow extraordinary methods."

"Now that the die is cast, instead of questioning me here, fellow Daoists, you should continue to wait and see how this false history will eventually turn out."

His words, however, exuded confidence.

On the contrary, the auras of Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and World Honored One were somewhat fluctuating. After all, they did not want to expend so much effort only to have it all go to waste.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

【Laojun Temple】.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Lü Yang sat cross-legged at the head of the table, a halo around his head like the setting sun casting long shadows.

Below, Master Yu Hua's face was grim.

Behind him, there were more than thirty stretchers, each carrying a monk who was fast asleep with his eyes closed and snoring.

After a moment of silence, Lü Yang slowly spoke:
"How long has it been?"

Master Yu Hua took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the Immortal, it has been three days and Feng'er is still here. Although the child's injuries have healed, he has not yet woken up."

Just a month ago, a strange narcolepsy suddenly appeared among the mortals and cultivators under the jurisdiction of the Lao Jun Temple. It started with some weak mortals, then spread to young adults, then to cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, and now it has spread all the way to those who have reached the peak of Qi Refining.

"It must be related to that strange wind a month ago!" Master Yu Hua gritted his teeth.

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang stroked his chin.

'The soul was undamaged, the physical body unchanged, and the magical power remained normal; the only thing that disappeared was consciousness.'

"interesting."

He had already examined these cultivators, and compared to the previous dragon species, this peculiar narcolepsy, with its method of keeping people in a dreamless state, was far more sophisticated.

However, he couldn't figure out who did it.

'The Dharma body and magical power are ruled out first; I don't have that ability.'

'To reach this level, one would need at least the Supreme Fruit Rank, but none of the mysteries of the Five Elements Supreme Fruit Ranks are related to entering dreams.' 'The Five Great Heavenly Numbers? Nobody cultivates them.'

'So you mean magic?'

After much thought and calculation, Lü Yang concluded that only cultivators of the magic path, with their numerous and complex methods, could accomplish such a feat.

It can't even be an ordinary magic cultivator. True Lord or Great True Lord are not enough. It has to be a Heaven-Treading Great True Lord who has created a perfect plane, just like the World Honored One's [Foundation Building Realm]. Only by embedding the plane into the world and making it the foundation of all things can it exert a wide-ranging influence.

Thinking about this, a name immediately came to mind:

'The eldest disciple of the Master of Magic!'

The cultivator who was sent into the false history along with himself and Ling Xiao had revealed his aura in his previous life, and seemed to want to compete with Ling Xiao for the [calamity].

'I underestimated him!' Lü Yang exclaimed inwardly.
'I thought that at most, he was only at the Sky-Stepping Realm, elevated by the Dao Lord of Magic. I never imagined that he actually created a perfect plane and advanced to the Sky-Stepping Realm as a result.'

These two have completely different levels of value!

The Dao Lord's promotion was ultimately due to some external force, while the perfect plane was achieved through self-cultivation. If we were to compare the two, the latter would have an absolute advantage.

The next second, Lü Yang suddenly stood up.

'Unlike me, this one is most likely a cultivator who entered the realm in his original form, just like Ling Xiao. However, he has an advantage over Ling Xiao; this one is an ancient cultivator who survived from antiquity.'

Therefore, unlike Ling Xiao, he could easily kill his past self in the fabricated history and take his place. However, correspondingly, his identity was also very easy for Lü Yang to guess: 'According to the records, in this era, the only cultivator renowned for his magical arts is that Dream Immortal Miaole.'

"That's just right."

Lu Yang took a deep breath, and the crimson light from the [Life-Controlling Revolution] emerged, swirling and dancing at his fingertips, presenting an image of endless transformation.

Give this one a try!
'My plan hasn't even begun, yet he's already made his move. If I don't figure out his true strength, I'm afraid I'll fall into a trap, making things worse and harder to reverse.'

Lu Yang didn't know what the other party's plan was, but that didn't stop him from stopping them. After all, one thing was very obvious: the other party's act of letting cultivators enter dreams seriously affected his dissemination of the Conferred God Technique. This conflict alone made the contradiction between the two sides so sharp that it was impossible to resolve.

"Boom!"

Lu Yang pointed his finger, and the brilliance of the [Life-Controlling Transformation] immediately fell upon the group of cultivators who had entered the dream below, causing their vision to suddenly go black.

But soon, a dreamlike light illuminated the darkness.

What one sees is an endless stream of spiritual light floating around, each ray of light like a painting, vividly depicting the appearance of a cultivator.

However, the painting is not empty; on the contrary, it is full of diverse elements, including mountains and rivers, grottoes, pavilions and towers. Cultivators can engage in secluded cultivation or indulge in pleasure within the painting, moving freely and without any constraints. A satisfied smile graces their faces.

[Yellow Millet].

'It truly is a perfect plane!'

Lu Yang instantly realized where he was, just as he expected, and quickly located the positions of the scrolls corresponding to the dozens of cultivators.

This is just a drop in the ocean.

Looking out, Lü Yang was astonished to see countless paintings stretching endlessly to the horizon, truly magnificent and awe-inspiring.

The vast majority of them were ordinary people.

A small portion of them are Qi Refining cultivators.

There are currently no Foundation Establishment cultivators among them, but according to Lü Yang's calculations, as the current plane continues to rotate, it's only a matter of time before they do.

This feeling is like standing in a pool of water, watching the water source never run out and the water level gradually rise. As a result, beings of lower status are the first to be submerged. First, it is mortals, then Qi Refiners, and then Foundation Establishment. Given time, will even True Monarchs be unable to escape its influence?

(End of this chapter)