Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1210 Heavenly Dao Blockade
Beyond pseudo-history.

As the turmoil of pseudo-history intensifies, the pitch-black universe, which was originally just a convergence of images and an intertwining of the Dao Lord's will, suddenly begins to collapse, revealing a clear outline.

The other shore is near.

When all the Dao Lords amplify their power of descent, the originally lofty and invisible "Other Shore" will sink down, getting closer and closer to the appearance of the Sea of ​​Light.

Among the descending power of the Dao Lord, the one that was most obviously suppressed was a ray of light that gathered billions of colors. It was the Dao Lord of Magic. Although the Dao Lord of Magic Power tried his best to help him share the pressure, the combined efforts of the World Honored One, the Sword Lord, and Cang Hao still weakened his power by more than half.

The reason is also very simple.

'Is that Myo-ra?'

Amidst the surging glow of the sunset, thoughts raced: 'I sensed earlier that he had begun to integrate the "Yellow Millet Dream" into the fabricated history; has he altered the course of history?'

My thoughts were filled with surprise and doubt.

It shouldn't be this fast.

Miaole might misjudge the specifics of the fabricated history, but as the Dao Lord, he wouldn't. He was well aware of Miaole's huge flaws in his cultivation of the Dao Heart.

In fact, he never expected Miaole to expand the "Yellow Millet" into the entire pseudo-history during that era of heroes. His original intention was to let Miaole wait until the Great Sword Sect slaughtered the world and the Dao Heart cultivators were completely wiped out, and then Miaole would come out to clean up the mess.

He wasn't worried that Miaole would be killed by the Great Sword Sect.

After all, Miaole's true form is a mythical beast called Taiyi, which possesses extremely strong immortality and is very difficult to kill in the same rank.

In the pseudo-history, Miaole was merely the Great True Lord of the Immortal Bridge, which is why he died. However, in the official history, he was already the Great True Lord of the Sky-Treading Realm who created a perfect plane.

Originally, the best method for the Daoist Master of Magic would have been to send Miaole directly to the era after the Great Sword Sect had slaughtered the world in the pseudo-history. However, Miaole was not the only one who entered the pseudo-history; others were also sent into the pseudo-history by the Daoist Master and went to an even earlier era.

Therefore, Miaole had no choice but to go along as well.

Otherwise, if someone changes history at the source, Miaole, downstream in history, can only eat the scraps left over, and nothing she does will make any difference.

"Gentlemen, something's not right."

Upon realizing this, the Master of Magic immediately expressed his doubts: "It's unlikely that Miaole altered the course of history; it's possible that someone else did!"

This wasn't said to Sword Master and the others.

After all, apart from Miaole, the other two were clearly related to Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and World Honored One. They were even happier that someone else had changed history.

Therefore, the voice of the sorcerer mainly reverberates upwards.

It points directly to the first sage.

"That consciousness that escaped into the false history under your gaze, fellow Daoist, must have been his doing. Fellow Daoist, don't you want to know what he did?"

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At the highest point of the other shore, the tiny figure did not respond, but remained indifferent, calmly watching the chaotic and obscure fabricated history below.

His perspective is completely different from that of other Dao Lords.

To other Daoist masters, the fluctuations in pseudo-history are a crisis, a risk of things gradually slipping out of control; however, he sees it quite differently.

'variable.'

The First Saint's gaze rippled slightly, like a clear mirror reflecting a scene in the fabricated history that none of the other Dao Lords could see.

Those were countless points of light.

One by one, streaks of light, like shooting stars, rushed from every corner of the sea of ​​light; they were the variables of people, the variables of things, and the variables of events.

Their numbers grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into an indescribable sea of ​​stars. The causal network corresponding to the pseudo-history was suspended in the center of the sea of ​​stars, like a bottomless black hole, devouring and absorbing the variable stars within without restraint.

[Variables] are converging.

The concerns of the other Daoists were correct; indeed, a huge variable was brewing within the fabricated history, and it was he who changed the course of the fabricated history.

However, the first sage did not care.

Or to be more precise, this was exactly what he wanted. 'The more, the better.'

Boundless and endless, the mighty river flows on.

Lu Yang's figure was like a fish, supported by the blazing white light of the [City Wall Soil], struggling against the rushing river towards its source.

'I never imagined that even fabricated history could be entangled in a web of cause and effect.'

As Lü Yang strained his eyes, the once mighty river gradually revealed itself to be a network-like structure, similar to the causal web of the present world.

However, unlike the real world, the causal network of pseudo-history has no radiant blessing. All the causal lines are obscure and have no impact on the real world. It is quite fragile. From this perspective, the so-called pseudo-history is actually more like a super-huge causal landscape.

Lü Yang was filled with emotion and determined to move forward.

As time passed, the pressure from going against the current grew, causing even the blazing white light around him to show signs of disintegration.

"I'm almost exhausted." Lü Yang frowned slightly.

He was not the True Lord of the City Wall at this moment; he was merely relying on the Destiny-Controlling Revolution, coupled with his high rank in the Heavenly Realm, and his cultivation level to forcefully activate the profound mysteries.

This application is ultimately limited.

To put it simply, it's about using brute force to overcome skill, using one's own super stats to drive the super mechanism of [City Wall Soil], using ten parts of force to leverage one part of the effect.

'However, it was still too fast.'

How long has it been? Not even a thousand years have passed, and he is already almost exhausted despite his current level of the Heavenly Realm. The main obstacle is still at the source.

Of course, he also has a very simple way of dealing with it.

[Heaven and earth do not tolerate guests.]

Once he unlocked this talent, Lü Yang believed that the obstacle from the false history would immediately disappear, but after thinking for a moment, he still chose to give up.

'It's not the right time.'

'This talent must be used at the crucial final moment, when everything is decided. Revealing it before then will only introduce more variables into my plans.'

With this in mind, Lü Yang made a hand seal, drawing upon more profound mysteries from the [Heavenly Palace], and charged forward against the increasingly powerful obstacles in the false history.

Originally, I was thinking of turning back if things didn't work out, but just then, a booming sound seemed to drift from the source of the false history.

"Boom!"

In that instant, the obstacle from the fabricated history suddenly weakened by several times. Lü Yang seized the opportunity, broke through it, and finally saw the light.

'Is this... a spirit medium?'

Lu Yang knew that even though he was trapped at the source of the false history, Si Chong had never given up the struggle and was constantly bombarding this prison of time.

It seems like a futile effort.

However, it was this futility that had lasted for countless years that became the last straw that broke the camel's back, allowing Lü Yang to arrive at this place!

Lu Yang raised his head and saw a wide, boundless passage that seemed to contain the endless colors of the sea of ​​light, thus appearing chaotic and vast. One end of it was set up on the pseudo-history, while the other end disappeared into darkness, with only heavy bombardment echoing within the passage.

[The Way of Heaven].

This is it.

Never before had Lü Yang been so close to the truth of 129,600 years ago, like a tiny ant that had accidentally stumbled upon the feet of a giant.

His gaze was extremely cautious and observant.

"Back then, it was this [Heavenly Path] that connected history and the battlefield of the Dao, guiding the World Honored One to participate in the great war and completing that transformation of cause and effect."

Therefore, one aspect of the "Way of Heaven" is placed on pseudo-history.

As for the other end that disappeared into the darkness, although he couldn't see it clearly, he could vaguely make out an outline, which was undoubtedly Si Chong's figure!
(End of this chapter)