Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Inside 【Heaven of Heartbreak】.

Not only Lin Sheng and Wang Anping, who had barged in, even Lü Yang himself was momentarily stunned. He had never expected the other side to charge in so directly.

Were they not afraid of traps?

For a moment, all was silent. The entire 【Heaven of Heartbreak】 was shrouded in an eerie stillness, until the silence was broken by the sound of someone gulping.

“Gulp.”

Wang Anping’s face turned deathly pale. Instinctively, he tugged at Lin Sheng’s sleeve, only to find that this senior brother he had always admired had regained his composure.

“No need to panic.”

Lin Sheng sneered. Though the sight before him was utterly shocking, with the gazes of over a dozen Foundation Establishment Banner Spirits weighing down on him like mountains—despite not even infusing their gazes with power—the more overwhelming it felt, the more certain he became of his own suspicion:

‘This must be an illusion!’

Look at this scene. That woman at the front, her aura was practically identical to a City God of a provincial capital. The ones next to her also had the bearing of City Gods.

Even the weakest among them were at least on the level of a county’s City God.

Such an exaggerated lineup, barring someone on the level of the Great Deity 【Mother of Non-Life】, was essentially the entire foundation of the White Lotus Sect!

And where were they right now?

A land god’s temple!

If you told him a true dragon could emerge from shallow waters, he might barely believe it—but this was far beyond that! This was a fishpond producing true dragons!

So it was obvious.

It was an illusion!

“Land God of Baixiang Village, do you take me for one of those wild gods or evil cultists, ignorant of orthodox arts, that you can fool with this trickery? Truly you know not the immensity of heaven and earth!”

Lin Sheng considered himself the most outstanding youth of his generation in the White Lotus Sect. He had even refined a flying sword and had a steadfast Dao heart. Thus, though the scene before him seemed entirely real and he could not find a single flaw, he still firmly believed it was all an illusion. He drew his sword and shouted:

“Slash!”

No matter how clever the illusion, he would cut it down with one sword! After all, it was just a rural land god—no illusion could possibly withstand his slash!

In the next second, the flying sword shot out!

Since it was to break the illusion, Lin Sheng naturally aimed at the strongest figure in the illusion—the woman standing at the top.

Foundation Establishment Late Stage, Great True Person, Long Yue.

“Crack!”

The flying sword didn’t even reach Long Yue. It shattered under the pressure of her surrounding spiritual power, clattering to the ground in pieces of scrap metal.

Lin Sheng: “…”

“Senior Brother!”

Wang Anping nearly screamed in despair, yet Lin Sheng became even more resolute: “Good, good, such a potent illusion, I truly underestimated you!”

He still refused to believe it.

“I’m currently trapped in an illusion. My real self must still be unconscious and hasn’t truly activated the sword technique. After all, how could my flying sword shatter on contact…”

He glanced at the nearly paralyzed Wang Anping beside him:

“Junior Brother Wang, don’t be fooled. Just think logically—how could a mere land temple house so many great deities…”

“Shut up!”

Before Lin Sheng could finish, Wang Anping suddenly sprang up like a carp, swung his arm wide, and slapped him across the face.

“Smack!”

Lin Sheng was immediately seeing stars.

Wang Anping had used real force in that slap, even infusing it with divine incense power, hoping to wake him up and stop his nonsense.

Yet Lin Sheng just laughed even harder:

“So you’re part of the illusion too!”

Seeing this, Wang Anping completely gave up on his senior brother and directly knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: “Please, mighty deity, spare me…”

Meanwhile, Lin Sheng sat cross-legged and started reciting scriptures, occasionally muttering:

“It’s all illusions! You can’t fool me!”

“Impossible…”

For a moment, the entire 【Heaven of Heartbreak】 was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Lü Yang fell into a deep silence.

Even now, he couldn’t understand why the other party had charged in alone—and then immediately knelt down without saying a word.

But just then—

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the kowtowing Wang Anping erupted with dazzling divine light, torrents of incense divine power surging from his body!

“I’m saved…”

Wang Anping lifted his blood-covered head, a look of post-crisis relief on his face. Though he had seemed to be begging for mercy, he had secretly been activating a protective treasure granted by the sect. Lifting his robe, he revealed a White Lotus token—the source of the incense divine power!

While Wang Anping rejoiced, Lü Yang also became pleased.

‘So he did have a trump card!’

Lü Yang immediately saw through the technique—it was clearly a summoning method, capable of either retrieving him or bringing someone over.

With that, Lü Yang quickly issued commands.

‘Long Yue, prepare to self-detonate with the others.’

‘Ancestor, get ready to flee with me.’

If it was someone at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, they could still fight. But if it was someone at the peak, they’d have to buy time and teleport back to the sword path avatar.

In the next second, light coalesced into a figure.

Then came a loud voice filled with authority: “What scoundrel dares harm my disciple of the White Lotus Sect? Surrender now!”

A green-robed figure shrouded in divine incense strode forth, his aura vast as the sea, not inferior to a county’s City God.

But Wang Anping screamed in horror: “Why!?”

Why had he come himself instead of bringing Wang Anping away?

“Divine Lord, take us away first!”

The green-robed figure frowned and replied, “I am the Green Lotus Divine Lord, charged with protecting the faithful. One of my disciples was attacked—how could I simply turn and flee?”

Then he turned around.

“Let me see who dares to kill—kill—kill…”

The Green Lotus Divine Lord’s voice halted abruptly.

But soon, after a brief pause, he looked as though he had an epiphany:

“An illusion?”

Wang Anping: “…”

On the other side, Lü Yang could no longer hold back.

“…This is it?”

County-level City God, early Foundation Establishment. Worse, the aura wasn’t even at peak—and he had charged in completely defenseless.

At that thought, Lü Yang gave a command:

“Attack!”

“Boom!”

A massive hand of spiritual power fell from the sky and grabbed the Green Lotus Divine Lord in its palm. He only managed to let out one scream before turning into ashes.

Naturally, Lü Yang didn’t hold back either. With a sweep of the All-Spirits Banner, he instantly refined him into a Banner Spirit.

But in the next moment, another divine light burst forth!

Again, divine incense rolled, radiant light flashed, and another figure strode out, bellowing: “What villain dares kill the Divine Lord of our White Lotus Sect?”

Lü Yang fixed his gaze.

Provincial-level City God, mid Foundation Establishment.

“Boom!”

Another one turned to ash, refined into a Banner Spirit.

Then, unbelievably, a third divine light emerged. Even after the second divine was killed, the same sequence played out:

“What Daoist dares slay our great Divine Lord?”

Still a provincial-level City God, clearly stronger—mid Foundation Establishment peak.

“Boom!”

Ashes. Refined into a Banner Spirit.

Finally, the stream of divine lights ceased completely. Only three fiercely loyal White Lotus Divine Lords stood behind Lü Yang.

Meanwhile, Wang Anping collapsed into complete despair, slumping to the ground.

Lin Sheng, however, remained composed, even laughing heartily: “As I thought, still an illusion!”

Lü Yang: “…”

Looking at the three new White Lotus Divine Lord Banner Spirits at his side, Lü Yang had only one thought left:

The fishpond trap was just too much fun!