Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 419 The Choice of Summons
North of the river, a sea of ​​clouds stretches to the sky.

As a beam of light descended, Xiang Ye, Hong Ju, and Lü Yang landed one after another on the Sacred Fire Cliff. Lü Yang also took in the sights of the Sacred Sect after a long absence.

As he expected, what he saw was indeed a scene of vibrant life and everything thriving.

He even saw an old acquaintance.

'The True Man of Yinshan'

Yinshan Zhenren was completely unaware of his gaze.

Upon seeing this scene, Lü Yang felt a surge of emotion. The once unapproachable Foundation Establishment cultivators now seemed nothing special.

'And there's also a Primordial True Person!'

Lu Yang had not forgotten the scene he had seen through the [Puppet] before; the Innate True Person Mu Changsheng was still imprisoned in the Refining Secret Realm.

This person was really screwed over by the Holy Sect's patriarch. He painstakingly created [Wu You Tian], hoping to make a fortune, but the most crucial soul was thrown into the Refining Secret Realm by the Holy Sect's patriarch's invisible hand. As a result, five thousand years were wasted, and all his efforts were in vain.

'Yeah, I need to stay away from that bastard.'

Don't let the blood splatter on me.

As Lü Yang pondered, Xiang Ye was also sizing up this "outer-world cultivator," inwardly chuckling: 'What outer-world cultivator? They're all just fools.'

Does he not realize it?

'This guy entered the Sky-Reaching Cloud Sea like it was his own home, and he found the location of the Sacred Fire Cliff at a glance. It would be a miracle if he wasn't a True Immortal of the Holy Sect!'

'This requires cutting.'

Xiang Ye stroked his chin: 'But where exactly did this Great True Person of our Holy Sect come from? It's truly as if he sprang from a stone.'

Spiritual practice is never a solitary endeavor.

Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Blessed Land, Metal Nature—which of these doesn't require resources? Which doesn't involve dealing with people? Which doesn't require competing and vying with others?

Master, fellow Daoists, enemies—logically speaking, which cultivator doesn't have these three? If it's the early or middle stage of Foundation Establishment, it's fine, not many people pay attention. But the late stage or even the perfect stage of Foundation Establishment—a dignified Great True Person—can be considered to have some reputation in the world.

How could no one recognize him?

'I'm sure I know this person!'

Xiang Ye considered himself to be quite senior, even more so than Chong Guang. Looking at the current Holy Sect, probably only Hong Ju had lived longer than him.

'.Um?'

Suddenly, Xiang Ye paused.

'It's fine if I don't recognize him, but Hongju is different. This person relies on that [True Lord of Heavenly Fortune and Bright Light] and has lived for at least five thousand years.'

Even after five reincarnations, the foundation is fully established and the individual remains in existence for no more than 1,500 years.

Logically speaking, Hongju had already seen off several generations of Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators of the Holy Sect. If it were truly the Holy Sect's Great True Person returning, how could he not recognize him at all?
unless
'Does he need to hide it?'

'Who can make him keep it a secret?'

Xiang Ye meticulously pieced together all her thoughts, and then a guess popped into her head:

Good fortune?

Thinking of this, Xiang Ye's first reaction was:
'impossible! ’

The legend of Hongyun is widely known among the Holy Sect Masters. If the Holy Sect Masters had a list of the top ten jokes of the year, Hongyun's story would definitely be at the top.

Therefore, when Xiang Ye thought of "good fortune," he immediately and subconsciously rejected the idea. However, after eliminating a series of other impossibilities, he couldn't help but ponder: 'Could it really be good fortune? Hmm, after all, he's a reincarnation of a True Lord; I can't underestimate him.'

Xiang Ye pondered inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged:
"Fellow Daoist, you are new here and have just fought a great battle with that Buddha's son. Why don't you stay here for the time being and recuperate, and then we can have another discussion?"

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Lu Yang cupped his hands in greeting, then went to the quiet room in the cave that Xiang Ye had arranged for him. With a thought, he took out the Myriad Spirit Banner again.

As the banners fluttered, Suohuan's figure emerged.

"I've met my lord."

Suo Huan bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.

Immediately afterwards, Lü Yang's expression turned serious, and he solemnly said, "Regarding the problem you have, I have two solutions. It's up to you which one you choose."

"Please show me, sir."

When it comes to keeping promises, Lü Yang has always been one.

Since he had said he would undergo the Suohuan ritual in this life, he had naturally already devised a plan. Moreover, in his current view, the Suohuan problem was not actually difficult. Lü Yang held up two fingers: "The first method is for you to abandon the [Spirit Ruins Blessed Land]. I will separate your consciousness and then send your soul to reincarnate. After your soul reincarnation is completed and the traces of the outer world are washed away, I will send your consciousness back. At that time, you can start cultivating the Great Dao again."

This solution can be considered a one-time fix.

With the [Puppet on a String] present, Lü Yang could completely lock onto the summoned soul, and even after being baptized by the [Netherworld], he could quickly sense it.

After the Underworld was cleansed once, Angxiao was unable to do anything about Suohuan.

Although separating consciousness also has a very high failure rate, and could even lead to sudden death if one is not careful, Lü Yang can use [Fortune-Seeking and Lottery-Drawing] to avoid it.

'Strictly speaking, I could even achieve the same kind of immortality as a reincarnated True Lord through this method, without any metal element. If word got out, countless Foundation Establishment cultivators would be envious. Unfortunately, this is meaningless to me, who possesses the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes].'

and--

"I'll choose the second option."

As Lü Yang had expected, Suo Huan abandoned the first plan almost without hesitation; he couldn't possibly give up the hope of the [Huanxu Realm]'s revival.

Even if there are problems, it's still unacceptable.

Lu Yang shook his head: "The second option is that you can keep the [Spirit Ruins Blessed Land], but you should stop practicing the [Ten Thousand Spirits Return to Ruins Dao Scripture]."

Suo Huan did not object upon hearing this, but his face showed worry: "How can I, a mere cultivator from beyond the heavens, beg for gold without the 'Scripture of the Return of Ten Thousand Spirits to the Void'?"

"Just get a different one."

With a thought, Lü Yang quickly extracted a cultivation manual from his divine sense and handed it to Suo Huan.

The Immortal Path of the Supreme True Master!
"This is."

"This is the cultivation technique corresponding to the [Mysterious Spirit Realm] level." Lu Yang grinned. "The True Monarchs have gone into seclusion, and the Mysterious Spirit Realm is still there, not yet gone."

Given the efficiency of the four major powers, the [Xuanling Realm] should have been completely digested by now. However, Chongguang suddenly launched a major operation, taking all the True Monarchs away. As a result, the digestion process of the [Xuanling Realm] was abandoned halfway, and the shell is still there to this day.

Lü Yang's plan was simple.

Instead of abandoning the "Wanling Guixu Dao Jing" which was left as a backup plan by [Angxiao], he had Suohuan devour the [Xuanling Realm] in order to seek Jin's ascension to the throne!

Upon hearing this, Suo Huan's eyes lit up: "Can it succeed?"

"There's hope!" Lu Yang said confidently, but a different thought lingered in his mind:
'You're a dead man, you're doomed!'

If Suo Huan chooses the first option, he would be happy to oblige. However, the second option means that he cannot escape Angxiao's overall strategy and plan.

Then there's no way.

After his trip to the Seven Luminaries, Lü Yang realized that sometimes a strategic shift is necessary; you can never win if you don't step out of the enemy's chessboard.

So when Suo Huan chose the second option, he assumed it was hopeless.

but it does not matter.

According to Lü Yang's estimation, as long as he reopens the site and uses the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] to cleanse the summoned souls and the [Spirit Ruins Blessed Land], there shouldn't be any problems.

So why did Lü Yang propose a second plan?

The answer is simple: if he doesn't ask for money, how can he lure Angxiao out?
"Fellow Daoist Suohan, since you've chosen the second option, the opportunity will lie in your next life. In that case, it wouldn't hurt for me to use it in this life, would it?"

The underworld, an indescribable place.

Inside the majestic palace, Angxiao sat cross-legged, quietly gazing down at the River of Souls flowing past his door, as if looking at something of supreme beauty.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he raised his head.

He could no longer see the mortal world, nor could he even extend his hand out of this palace, yet the sensations transmitted through his position still caused him to furrow his brow slightly:
"Has the 'barrier of perception' been broken, and is it being summoned?"

Angxiao's expression was slightly gloomy. Suohuan was the key pawn in his plot to seize the throne and drag him into the Underworld. Originally, there shouldn't have been any problems.

But he just ran into trouble. This feeling of things being out of control made Angxiao feel quite uncomfortable. Although he hadn't done nothing in the past thirty years, he had always lacked an opportunity, which made it difficult for him to achieve anything. Just then, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Before the palace gates, one could see only the vast River of Souls.

"Amitabha."

One of the Foundation Establishment souls, who had died of old age and been reincarnated, suddenly jumped out. The soul radiated Buddhist light and said in a loud voice, "This humble monk, Guangming, greets Senior Angxiao."

　I don't know if it's COVID-19, but when I woke up this morning my throat felt like it was burning, and I always felt like there was something stuck in it. Even though I was sweating a lot, I still felt cold. I got up at four in the morning to write, but by almost seven I was too tired to continue, so I went back to bed. That's why I only have two updates today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)