Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1228 Tracking
Beyond pseudo-history.

The outline of the Other Shore is becoming increasingly close to the pseudo-history. Except for the First Saint, who is still too small to be seen, the brilliance of the other five Dao Lords is almost touching the pseudo-history.

The course of history is shifting more and more dramatically.

A brand new future is about to be born.

'Where is the First Sage? Why isn't he intervening? In this situation, only by forcibly intervening with [Destiny] can everything be brought back on track.'

'Could it be that he has already sensed something?'

The thoughts of the Dao Lords surged in the void, but when they landed in the mortal world, it was a deathly silence. The bizarre and colorful phenomena would kill anyone who looked at them.

Finally, a Daoist master spoke:

"Can't wait any longer."

The Dao Lord who spoke was the Sword Sovereign. The resounding sword cry carried a sense of determination, but it did not resonate; it merely entered the imagery manifested by the World Honored One and Cang Hao.

"With the changes in the false history, the possibility of Si Chong escaping has greatly increased. If we delay any longer, it will only cause more trouble. It would be better to take the initiative in advance, directly extract the Heavenly Dao from the Five Elements, shake the foundation of the Other Shore, and force the First Saint to take a step down first."

Sword Lord is not intolerant of Si Chong's escape.

However, it's too early now. Si Chong's escape from his predicament must be based on the premise that the Heavenly Dao has already found a new home, rather than simply escaping his predicament on a whim.

Therefore, the situation has now spiraled out of control.

With this in mind, she made a decisive decision:
"First, activate the [Heavenly Dao] to divert the First Saint's attention. Then, we will go to the False History to eliminate all variables and bring the situation back on track."

"But if we do that, it's like telling Chu Sheng in broad daylight that his plan to ascend to the Divine Realm has collapsed. If we push him too far, a great war might break out prematurely."

Cang Hao's voice was filled with doubt.

After all, one thing is beyond doubt: the strength of the Primordial Saint is absolutely superior among the Dao Lords, and no Dao Lord can contend with him in a one-on-one fight.

Even the Sword Lord, back then, only managed to fight the First Saint to a draw because his injuries from suppressing the evil spirits hadn't fully healed. Now, many years after the First Saint ascended to the other shore, the Sword Lord no longer has the confidence to do it again.

"The best opportunity is to ascend to godhood."

"At that time, the First Saint was making a desperate gamble. When we launched our attack, he was powerless to stop us and could only fall with us in the end, thus narrowing the gap in rank to the greatest extent possible."

"And at this moment, he is still in complete control."

"If we launch this attack, we might be able to force him to take another step, but we will definitely be the ones to lose afterward. The accumulation of the Heavenly Dao over the years could be exhausted."

"How about we try a different approach?"

Just then, the World Honored One suddenly spoke: "Don't think about activating the [Heavenly Dao] ahead of time, but try to get the First Saint to start the Divine Transformation Ascension Plan ahead of time."

".oh?"

Upon hearing this, Sword Lord and Cang Hao immediately looked over: "Why in advance? Ling Xiao has already left the Underworld, and no one can refine the Nascent Soul Pill anymore."

"That's a bad word."

At this point, a light of Buddha shone in the Buddha's eyes, and his consciousness transcended the mortal world, entering the underworld and connecting with the spirits he had specially sent there years ago.

【Radiant Bodhisattva】

Back then, he sent this undead spirit into the underworld to monitor the Ancestral Dragon, who was secretly infiltrating the underworld under the guise of "True Lord Biluo Fuguang".

After learning of Chu Sheng's schemes against Zu Long, he intensified his surveillance.

Now the reward has arrived.

"The First Saint has not been idle during this time. He has been making trouble in the Underworld. That [True Lord Biluo Fuguang] has now taken over the identity of the alchemy cauldron."

At this point, the Buddha lowered his eyelids, looking somewhat disappointed.

At this moment, he realized that the person who decisively abandoned Mu Changsheng and infiltrated the false history was definitely not his junior brother's pawn.

In other words:
'You demon-taming fellow, you're still as stupid as ever!' He could imagine that his junior brother had probably been fooled by that [True Lord Biluo Fuguang], which was why he allowed the other party to take over the position of alchemy cauldron.

After the disappointment came an even stronger anger.

Raising his head, the Buddha's face wore an eternally compassionate smile as he gazed intently at the small, lofty figure at the end of the "other shore."

'Old man, you'll fall down sooner or later.'

Look back.

The World Honored One calmed his mind and said again, "Now, the only place left to refine the Nascent Soul Pill is [Dragon Tiger Mountain]. Everything is ready."

"This is easy to handle."

Cang Hao said directly, "I can send a message to Di Cang and ask him to try to lose a few matches and send some materials over to further facilitate the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill."

"Once the Nascent Soul Pill is completed, the ascension to the Divine Transformation stage of the Initial Saint will be within reach."

【The other shore】The end.

The tiny figure stood there, quietly looking down, where the conversation between the three Dao Lords—the World Honored One, the Sword Lord, and Cang Hao—was within his sight.

Of course, he didn't know the content of the conversation.

However, this didn't prevent him from making a judgment: 'They're getting restless, which is understandable, but they don't have many options; this is the most likely one.'

The Underworld, the Nascent Soul Pill.

'The Five Elements are weakening, and their immense power has been transferred to the Heavenly Dao through something I cannot perceive. The foundation for my ascension to the Divine Realm is now teetering on the brink of collapse.'

'In this situation, they will definitely cooperate secretly to speed up the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill, so that I can quickly ascend to the Divine Transformation stage and walk right into their trap.'

Thinking of this, Chu Sheng smiled.

"Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish."

In his gaze, as Sword Lord and the others talked, the [variables] gathered in the causal network representing the false history surged again by a large margin.

"This is the worst-case scenario, but also the best opportunity."

"Fellow Daoist Si Chong".

The next second, a subtle emotion finally surfaced in the cold eyes of the First Saint, and his eerie voice echoed at the end of the [Other Shore]:
"I'll wait for you to come out so we can continue our debate from back then!"

The pseudo-calendar dates back 129,600 years.

Looking out, the majestic "Heavenly Dao" sits at this point in time, dividing the past and future moments, and locking the entire source of the pseudo-history's time and space.

"Boom!"

Once again, a roaring sound emanated from the depths of the Heavenly Dao, the Daoist chant unleashed by Si Chong, a symbol of his relentless bombardment of the prison.

Soon, a figure appeared within the [Heavenly Dao]. It was the Daoist Master who had disguised himself by covering his body with the remnant spirit of the Demon Lord. In his hand was a fragile Foundation Establishment soul. Through the [Puppet], Lü Yang observed his surroundings with great interest.

They went deeper and deeper.

This time, with the blessing of the Dao Lord's primordial spirit, the Heavenly Dao did not detect anything amiss and was easily approached to its deepest point.

Then, a five-colored treasure lock emerged from the chaos.

Behind the lock lies an unfathomable, pitch-black vortex, its destination unknown. Time, cause and effect, and all things are distorted within this vortex.

However, even within this vortex, both Lü Yang and the Daoist Master could sense a constant and unchanging aura, like a white jade pillar supporting the sky or a purple-gold beam spanning the sea, standing firmly within the dark vortex, cultivating itself and remaining completely unaffected by external things.

The spirit medium is inside.

(End of this chapter)