Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 547 The Insidious Flying Snow!
I'd be a fool to believe you!
On the surface, Lü Yang wore a suspicious expression, but in his heart he was certain that the Holy Sect's founder would never give him any great opportunity for no reason.

There must be something wrong with it.

The reason is simple: I'm not a Holy Sect True Person in this life. Although I have some of the Holy Sect's style, I am a true-blooded Daoist cultivator.

Why would someone from a holy sect like you give me an opportunity?

There's definitely a trap!

However, I might not be the one who gets screwed over.

How should I put it? Lü Yang still had some confidence in the Holy Sect's patriarch, because, looking across the Five Regions, the Holy Sect's patriarch was actually the most magnanimous one.

It sounds outrageous, but look at what other places are like. The World Honored One is a prime example of having no bottom line. The Dao Court is slightly better, but it still locks the upper limit of cultivators with the "Immortal Kingdom Dao Law". The Sword Pavilion is even better, at least it is kind to its own people.

Only the Holy Ancestor.

While it's said to be a dog-eat-dog world where the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive, it's actually about education for all. As long as you have the ability and skills, you can make a name for yourself in the Holy Sect.

People are judged by comparison.

Compared to the other three Dao Lords, even the Holy Sect Ancestor seemed to have a grander vision. Putting aside everything else, the fact that [Angxiao] has survived to this day is irrefutable proof.

'If it were the World Honored One, I might think this was a scheme against me, but the Holy Sect Ancestor... compared to a nobody like me who isn't even a True Lord, is there any need for him to scheme against me? It's more likely he's just using me to further trick the World Honored One, making his situation even worse.'

Lu Yang's mind raced, and finally he let out a deep breath.

He stopped thinking about it. After all, whether there was a trap or not, and who was in the trap, his actions would not change: defeat Feixue and enter the chaotic history!
With this thought in mind, Lü Yang raised his head.

He stood with his hands clasped, his eyes fixed on the Flying Snow True Lord directly in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "True Lord, you are indeed from the Holy Sect."

"Boom!"

As soon as Lü Yang finished speaking, the ground around them suddenly burst into dazzling light, covering the sky and the earth, as if a celestial river was pouring down from the heavens!

In an instant, Lü Yang felt as if he had been thrown into a turbulent river with many twists and turns. He saw a celestial river flowing slowly overhead, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have turned into surging waves. All his magical power was dispersed in all directions and could not be mobilized. He looked around but there was no way out.

【The True Method of the Primordial Qi of the Heavenly River】!
This is the true method corresponding to the [Stream Water]. In the past, when True Lord Flying Snow used this method, it was said to "shake up the three states and overturn the earth, and clear the four seas and turn the sky upside down!"
Such momentum clearly indicates that they have been building up their strength for a long time!
On the surface, True Lord Feixue used some vague and ambiguous words to distract Lü Yang and divert his attention, but in reality, he was secretly preparing a killing move!
It is truly insidious and vicious.

'From this perspective, Uncle-Master Chongguang truly lives up to her reputation as her student; he's mastered her fighting style perfectly—seemingly grand but actually cunning.'

Lü Yang exhaled deeply, formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and simultaneously moved his lips and teeth:

'【The Beacon Tower and the Torchlight】!'

In an instant, raging flames spewed from his lips, took root on the ground, and manifested as thousands of soldiers and armor, rushing towards the surrounding abyssal celestial river.

But the next second.

"when--!"

A beam of light crashed down from the front, producing a tremendous sound like a resounding bell, breaking through the rolling flames summoned by Lü Yang, forcing him to quickly focus his attention.

Almost simultaneously, a beautiful figure appeared behind him, her slender, white fingers forming a palm that silently slid towards his neck. By the time Lü Yang reacted, the palm had already lightly rested on his neck, penetrating his flesh without any resistance.

'Unstoppable!'

Lu Yang's eyes were bright as he sensed that what seemed like an ordinary palm strike actually contained the most domineering element of the water element:
"Constant dripping wears away a stone."

Mountains and rivers, this land itself is an artwork carved out by rivers, lakes and seas, so there is nothing that "water" cannot cut through.

This palm strike even possessed some of the essence of a sword cultivator!
After seeing through the mystery contained in Flying Snow True Monarch's palm strike, Lü Yang did not attempt to defend, because he knew very well that defending would play right into the opponent's hands.

'We should launch a counterattack!' In a flash, Lü Yang and True Monarch Feixue locked eyes, their pupils blazing with dazzling golden light that shot into each other's eyes.

[The Record of the Emperor of Yang]!
This technique can isolate divine sense and block out the five senses. After casting this move, Lü Yang's body suddenly dissipated into a ball of dark golden light.

【sky】!
After Lü Yang cultivated this second-grade true skill to perfection, it had already reached the realm of formlessness and impermanence, lacking any vital points in the ordinary sense.

The next second, the dark gold color re-converged and transformed back into the appearance of Lü Yang. Taking advantage of the fact that the effect of the [Jianyang Emperor's Light Talisman] blocking divine sense perception had not yet dissipated, he directly raised a finger, and the dark gold color danced at his fingertip, falling directly down to True Monarch Feixue below.

"Boom!"

With a single finger strike, the entire world responded, and the entire space collapsed and shattered in the direction of True Monarch Flying Snow!
This is the response of Heaven and Earth to me!
The divine power was activated without Lü Yang needing to use his magic. Instead, it commanded heaven and earth to be his vanguard, leading the charge to kill the enemy, perfectly matching the imagery of "Heavenly Fire"!
In an instant, Feixue Zhenjun's beautiful figure was cut into countless pieces by Lü Yang without any mercy. But the next second, the dismembered Feixue Zhenjun turned into scattered streams of water, rolling in all directions, and finally gathered again not far from Lü Yang, transforming back into a perfectly intact figure.

"Not bad!"

With her hands behind her back, True Monarch Feixue's beautiful eyes held a hint of admiration: "To be able to withstand one of my palm strikes, and even seize the opportunity to counterattack, you have already surpassed ninety percent of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the world!"

Lu Yang smiled upon hearing this:

"Senior, you have greatly disappointed me. You first deceived me with words and then launched a sneak attack. Did you win the title of number one in the martial arts competition back then by such means?"

This statement has a rather sarcastic tone.

However, instead of being angry, True Lord Feixue nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world:
"if not?"

"Water has no constant form, and so does magic. The best move is the one that wins. If you're concerned about saving face, the grass on my grave will probably be taller than yours."

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, not surprised at all, since he actually agreed with this principle. He immediately began to chant incantations and hand seals in secret, while deliberately asking, "Speaking of which, what exactly is this 'origin' that you just mentioned, senior? Why is it so helpful to our cultivation?"

"Want to know?"

Upon hearing this, True Monarch Feixue smiled sweetly. Although there was no hint of coquetry in her expression, her ethereal and beautiful appearance still revealed a captivating charm.

"Beat me"

"Boom!"

Before True Lord Feixue could finish speaking, Lü Yang had already completed the hand seal he had secretly prepared, and suddenly golden light appeared, revealing a talisman surrounded by five-colored light.

'【A gilded military tally】!'

Almost simultaneously, the Tribulation Wave was also held in Lü Yang's hand. The [Proclaiming Might] technique was fully displayed, and with the addition of the weapon talisman, Lü Yang's aura was pushed to its peak.

But it's not over yet.

Just as Lü Yang's energy reached a critical point, a faint but inextinguishable light suddenly emanated from his body.

[Unyielding Sword Intent]!
"Qiang Qiang!"

With the combined power of magic, spiritual treasures, and sword intent, the intensely blazing sword light, like a hurricane, instantly shattered the surrounding surging abyssal waters.

Without any frills, it was simply the purest numerical value of a sword cultivator. At this moment, it roared out, as if tearing a beautiful scroll in two. The water flow disappeared, and True Monarch Feixue gracefully retreated. Behind him, the misty scene that Lu Yang had initially entered this mysterious place gradually emerged.

Despite the breaking of his magic, True Monarch Feixue showed no panic. Instead, he spoke softly:
"The so-called 'origin' is actually the potential of a cultivator himself. The stronger your origin is, the more possibilities you have in the future."

"That chaotic history is the same."

"That is a possibility, another direction of the world abandoned by the World Honored One with the power of the [city wall soil]. A completely different possibility."

At this point, True Lord Feixue made a startling statement:
"One possibility: [The World-Honored One attains enlightenment and achieves the Nascent Soul stage!]"

(End of this chapter)