Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1208 The Nameless Daoist Master Reappears
Beyond pseudo-history.

Just as Lü Yang deciphered the historical mystery left by Ling Xiao and saw the message that transcended time, the fabricated history was once again stirred up.

Then, the figure on the other side moved.

Located on the fourth floor, a figure shrouded in a vast expanse of light suddenly stretched out his hand, and boundless power gathered between his palms and fingers.

"Everyone."

His palm seemed to reach down from the "other shore," smoothing the still chaotic waves of the fabricated history and dispelling the thick fog of history.

"If we continue to observe, there are too many variables."

In this simple sentence, every word is like a majestic sacred mountain, every word a gem, meant to delve into the fabricated history and explore the source of its sudden changes.

However, before that, a ray of light formed by magic intercepted it halfway. The colors of light, beyond the imagination of mortals, intertwined in the darkness. Even if only a wisp of light missed and fell to the mortal world, it would be enough to cause a large-scale collapse of the heavens and earth. The power of the Dao Lord was fully displayed at this moment.

"Cang Hao, why are you in such a hurry?"

The voice of the sorcerer was tinged with laughter. Behind their seemingly amicable conversation, however, lay a merciless and all-out attack, causing the turmoil to intensify.

Just then, the sound of swords rang out.

"Zheng——!"

The magnificent sword light, like a ribbon, cut out a long river of destiny, seemingly about to enter the fabricated history and see what has actually happened in this fabricated history.

"Splash splash".

The sound of rushing water rose from afar, growing louder as it approached. At first, it was just the gentle murmur of a brook, but it quickly turned into the deafening roar of a river flowing into the sea.

The unfathomable ocean of magical power blocked the Sword Lord's path at this moment. Although the sword light was unimpeded and almost split the ocean in two, the ocean reformed in the next second, completely unharmed. In the end, the power of the pseudo-history was weakened to the point that it could not cause the slightest ripple.

This is the advantage of standing low.

In the battle on the other side, the Master of Magic Power is no match for the Sword Lord, but when it comes to interfering with the present world, the Master of Magic Power is a step above the Sword Lord!
"Wanbao!"

Cang Hao's voice drifted down, causing the golden Buddha statue on the second level of the [Other Shore] to flicker its eyes slightly. After a moment of contemplation, it slowly extended its palm.

"Boom!"

The World Honored One's entry finally tipped the scales, but at that moment, a faint yet supreme power suddenly joined the Dao Lord's battle.

In an instant, all the Dao Lords looked up.

The one who made the move was none other than the First Saint!

The culprit who caused the current obscurity and difficulty in understanding the fabricated history remains silent, and his actions are merely to maintain balance.

What on earth was he thinking?
As the master of "fixed destiny," he should be the Dao Lord who detests "variable destiny" the most. Why then does he allow the false history to be in such a state of constant change?
The Dao Lords had no idea.

For a moment, above the pseudo-history, the wills of all the Dao Lords clashed fiercely, but no one noticed that a will silently drifted down.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Like Lü Yang, this will left no trace of great power; only its extremely high essence as a [Primordial Spirit] allowed it to move freely through the pseudo-history.

He quickly located the time point where his target was located.

In the third year of the Xianli era, at Lingshan in Jiangxi.

Miaole opened her eyes from her meditation, gently rubbed her brow, and felt a sharp pain. So she simply changed her consciousness and let the new consciousness take over.

This is Taiyi.

Every conscious being has its own personality, its own id.

However, they share a common goal: to seek the Dao. Therefore, no matter which consciousness entity it is, it will not give up its pursuit of the Great Dao.

Although the expansion of [Huangliang] was not smooth, Miaole's desire to seek the Dao did not waver in the slightest. He had experienced similar failures countless times when he first emerged from his mother's womb. This was just another one. The experience of failure would only make him stronger.

But at this moment.

Miao Le's vision suddenly darkened as a consciousness completely superior to his descended, expanding before him as an endless expanse of darkness. "Tap, tap, tap."

His steps were steady.

In the darkness, a figure carrying boundless radiance slowly emerged. Miaole still couldn't see his face, but could sense that he seemed to be smiling.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist."

"I observe that you, fellow Daoist, have successfully integrated the Yellow Millet Dream into the fabricated history. You should also have some understanding of the mysterious Yin and Yang, right?"

"Therefore, you can know that I have not lied to you."

"There is no dark side to the light sea in the pseudo-history. Fellow Daoist uses [Yellow Millet] as a substitute to perfect the yin-yang imagery of the pseudo-history. You can use this to seek the side path of [yin-yang]."

Upon hearing this, Miao Le's gaze finally focused, staring directly at the nameless Dao Master before her. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "What you say is indeed true, but the expansion of [Huang Liang] has not been smooth. You seem to have never told me that the perfection of the Dao Heart is not the limit."

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The Nameless Daoist Master's pause lasted less than a moment before his voice rang out again, perfectly natural, as if he had intended to say it from the very beginning:

"That's exactly why I came here!"

The nameless Daoist Master spoke with utmost sincerity and solemnity:
"The perfection of the Dao Heart is certainly not the limit. Above that, there is the Fasting of the Heart and the Primordial Spirit. It's just that the Dao Master of Magic has erased this knowledge from your understanding."

“Before, when you were outside, I couldn’t tell you directly. The secret of the primordial spirit is a tacit understanding among all the Dao Lords. Telling you without authorization would not only be of no benefit to you, but would also be harmful. That’s why I waited until you entered the pseudo-history and were out of the Dao Lords’ sight before I came here to pass on the method to you.”

After saying that, he took out a Taoist book.

Miao Le looked closely and the name on the book cover immediately caught her eye.

【Chapter on Cleansing the Mind and Purifying the Heart】

The next second, the voice of the nameless Daoist Master rang out again: "This is the Dao Heart Cultivation Method created by Si Chong, which was quite popular in the Guanghai back then."

"I'm giving this to you today, my fellow Daoist."

"Thank you, sir."

Miao Le thanked him and accepted the Taoist book, but inwardly she thought, 'This person is indeed as cautious as ever, revealing not the slightest flaw.'

Although he has no memories related to Dao Heart cultivation, since the Nameless Dao Lord said so, he must not be afraid of him investigating afterwards. Therefore, this statement is probably true. It is probably impossible to find any clues related to him through this book, "Cleansing the Heart and Purifying the Impurities".

"Speaking of which..."

Just then, the nameless Daoist suddenly changed the subject: "Fellow Daoist, you've been staying in the pseudo-history for some time now. Have you encountered any unusual figures?"

"For example, someone like you who comes from official history, but whose cultivation level is particularly low."

The nameless Daoist Master's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "Fellow Daoist, think carefully. It's unlikely that the other party is hiding. Even if their true form doesn't appear, there should still be clues left behind."

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Miao Le frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Despite having previously encountered a cultivator who was able to enter the [Huangliang] realm and whose Dao heart cultivation was even higher than his, he assumed that the other party might also be from the official history.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

Similar examples abound in this fabricated history, and the sword light that nearly severed the [Yellow Millet] in one breath truly left him with lingering fear.

Although he had met the Great Sword Sect before, he never imagined they would be this strong.

After all, he wasn't qualified to fight the Great Sword Sect back then.

From this perspective, it's reasonable that the mysterious person's cultivation level surpasses his own, suggesting he's from a fabricated history; he couldn't possibly be a cultivator from the official history.

Therefore, after thinking about it, he shook his head:

"I've never seen anyone like that before, and I have no leads."

(End of this chapter)