Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 824 Allied Forces in Trouble? Unmoved as a Mountain!
At that moment, the sound of swords rang out directly into the underworld.

However, due to the size of the Underworld and its special status, the sword's cry, which was originally enough to affect the entire Sea of ​​Light, weakened considerably after entering the Underworld.

However, this decline is based on the level of the Dao Lord.

Even if it weakens, this power of the Dao Lord level is still a dimensional reduction attack for a Golden Core True Monarch, and even the strongest True Monarch will die suddenly!

Just as the sword's cry was about to fall, it was about to kill Angxiao.

In an instant, the space around [Angxiao] suddenly became illusory, and his figure left a blurry afterimage on the way to the core of the underworld.

This afterimage was severed from Angxiao himself. It was a tiny moment in Angxiao's final leap, but now it has been cut out of thin air, forming a completely new history, like a scroll that swallows all the sword cries and the two disappear into nothingness at the same time.

Or even more than that.

As Angxiao gets closer and closer to the core of the Underworld, new moments of time are constantly being cut out of thin air by a great force along his journey.

Every moment is a painting.

Countless scrolls were pieced together, thus firmly protecting Angxiao in the center, layer upon layer, like a city wall blocking external forces for him.

However, the phenomenon did not end.

At the same time these time-travel scenes appeared, the sound of swords suddenly became several times louder, launching an attack from all directions, attempting to break through its defenses.

Unfortunately, time is infinite and can be endlessly divided. No matter how passionate the sword cries are, the scroll of time continues to emerge and engulf it. Neither can defeat the other. For every one you kill, I will generate the same amount. Thus, we are stuck in a strange stalemate.

'Sword Lord, World Honored One.'

Angxiao understood that the former was the title of the Sword Pavilion Dao Lord, while he himself was the Holy Sect True Monarch, so it was only natural that the Dao Lord would take action.

And the Buddha did not disappoint him.

Of course, if the two sides were to actually fight, the World Honored One would definitely be no match for the Sword Pavilion Dao Master, but the awkward thing is that this is the Underworld.

The place furthest from the other shore.

In this situation, even if the two sides differ in size, there is a limit to the amount of effort they can exert, so the final results are actually quite similar.

It's like comparing a pond to a lake. The lake is undoubtedly much larger, but both can only draw water from the same type of tap. So, no matter how large the latter is, it can only draw out so much water, and the two can only be equal.

But at this moment.

Above the heavens, a third extraordinary phenomenon appeared—a beam of light originating from Jiangdong. It swept into the underworld with unstoppable force and shone down upon it!
Within the light, countless runes emerged.

The piles of talismans merged into words and phrases, all of which were the patterns of the Jiangdong Dao Court's "Immortal Kingdom Dao Laws," but now they collapsed and converged into a beam of divine light.

'Cang Hao!'

Angxiao's eyes were icy cold. He called out the title of Daoist Lord of the Dao Court in his heart, but did not say it out loud. Instead, he focused his energy on leaping towards the Underworld.

At the same time, the sound of swords and the scroll of time restrained each other, but were no longer able to stop the light of the [Immortal Kingdom Laws] from shining on [Angxiao].

But in the end, the beam of light was still blocked.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of violently surging waves emerged from the void, transforming into golden ripples, layer upon layer, thus blocking the light of magic directly in front of it.

This is different from the [Great Ocean Water]. It has no mystical reproductive power, only the purest and most profound power. The ripples and waves are just the surface. Its core is an endless and vast magical power, which surges out at this moment, transforming into a destructive storm, and colliding violently with the boundless magical light!

'The Lord of the Path of Magical Power!'

Angxiao was overjoyed, but also showed a hint of expectation – in his plan, this Dao Lord should indeed make a move.

the reason is simple:
'I'm seeking refuge in the underworld, not taking up a spot on the other side, so I'm harmless to them.'

'Based on this, if I become the Dao Lord and join them, I can undoubtedly help them bridge the gap between themselves and the Four Immortal Dogs.'

'It's beneficial and harmless; if they don't help me, who will they help?'

Perhaps because he had already given up everything, and was ready to die trying, Angxiao's thinking became much bolder at this moment, and he dared to think about anything.

'More than halfway done!'

At this moment, above the boundless darkness leading to the core of the underworld, [Angxiao] had already leaped halfway, his entire body plummeting downwards.

This descent almost turned him into a black hole, even weakening the power of the four Dao Lords trembling around him. However, Angxiao did not let his guard down.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the closer one gets to success, the more dangerous it becomes. Because the closer one gets to maturity as a talent, the more likely one is to be exploited!
'Will you make a move?'

[Angxiao]'s thoughts raced: 'Grandmaster, you have always been supporting me. Without you, I couldn't have achieved [Great Forest Wood].'

'Will you harvest me?'

We're closer now.

The halfway gap had been reduced to one-third, and [Angxiao] even vaguely sensed the Underworld calling to him, welcoming his entry.

As for the previous minor frictions, they were insignificant compared to the achievement of expanding the Underworld to the entire Void Sea of ​​Light. Of course, it would have been better if they hadn't happened. Thinking of this, [Angxiao] cursed again under his breath at that little beast who had driven him out of the Underworld. Speaking of which, why hasn't he been born yet?
'Hmm? Oh no!'

In an instant, Angxiao, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped out of it, his face turning extremely pale as he realized what had just happened.

Holy Ancestor!
Unlike the previous four Dao Lords, the great power that appeared this time was still as elusive as ever, but it was more domineering and forceful than the other four Dao Lords.

Because it promotes a metaphysical existence.

It is not cause and effect, nor the future, but rather a variable.

The development and changes of things, cause and effect, and the future are all variables, just like a blank sheet of paper.

However, at this moment, someone picked up a pen and lightly left a mark of ink on the white paper. This mark of ink is something that can never be changed.

This is a fixed number.

Therefore, this is an ending that cannot be rewritten, a predetermined conclusion—[Angxiao] failed in his quest for the Nascent Soul stage, died, and his Dao filled the underworld!

"You old geezer! You really want to kill me?!"

In the blink of an eye, Angxiao had already calculated the contents of the destiny through the great net of cause and effect, and the Holy Sect's patriarch had no intention of hiding it from him.

Besides, what's destined to happen has already been decided, so why hide it?

If I say I'm going to kill you, then you deserve to die!

Angxiao understood that this "destiny" was not something that could be exploited, nor could it be simply removed from his life by changing his name.

It was bound to happen! It had to happen!
Even if there is only a one in a billion chance that I escape this fate, there will only be one result—being rejected by the entire Void Sea of ​​Light.

Because how can you possibly escape the predetermined fate?
If you really do jump out, it only means that you shouldn't exist.

'The result...I will die!'

At this moment, Angxiao's heart was heavy. He had no choice but to either obey the guidance of fate or die. The Holy Sect's patriarch had not given him a second option!

Thinking of this, he became even angrier and almost vomited blood.

'Where is that beast?! Why hasn't it been born yet?'

[Angxiao] had long known that the Holy Sect Elder was difficult to deal with, which is why he specifically sought out Lü Yang, hoping that Lü Yang would draw the Holy Sect Elder's hatred.

After all, the Dharma Body is undoubtedly more crucial than the Underworld.

But even now, the other party has not appeared, as if they have vanished into thin air!
No, where are my teammates?

At this moment, Lü Yang, inside the [Master of Nourishing Life], was completely engrossed in watching.

Because the Dao Lord intervened and pierced through the Underworld, he finally saw [Angxiao] and discovered the other party's current state.

"Finally, I can see it clearly."

His entire focus was on analyzing Angxiao's environment, the methods for seeking the Nascent Soul, and the profound mysteries displayed by the various Dao Lords.

What? Is Angxiao dead or alive?

None of my business!

Tell me about it in my next life!
I'll say it again, there's no way I'm going to get out. Our allies are in trouble? Then I'll remain as immovable as a mountain!

(End of this chapter)