Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

At this moment, Hong Yun’s state of mind had completely collapsed.

Heaven knew what kind of emotional journey he had been through recently. He had been staying home peacefully, when suddenly a mysterious person barged in to kill him.

If it had been before, he could’ve snuffed out that person with a single breath.

Yet now, never mind snuffing out—he had been beaten into fleeing with his head in his arms. More importantly… his innate divine ability had been permanently stolen by the opponent!

How the hell was he supposed to seek Golden Fruition now?

Just as Hong Yun was preparing to secretly contact Hong Ju to track down that shameless sneak attacker and reclaim his dignity, another blow struck:

With Chong Guang leading the way and True Lord Qingcheng Feixue taking action, in the Jiangnan Gantang Dao region, that cave heaven fragment—on which he had pinned great hopes but hadn’t retrieved out of fear of traps—was destroyed.

That utterly crushed his dreams of Foundation Establishment perfection, refining a Blessed Land, and eventually seeking Golden Fruition to return to his rightful position.

What was the point of going on anymore?

Utterly disheartened, Hong Yun finally recalled the last trump card he had left behind—【Seven Luminaries Heaven】—and helplessly chose to abandon his homeland.

Yet never had he expected:

“【Seven Luminaries Heaven】 is gone???”

In the Outer Light Sea, Hong Yun’s expression twisted, qi wildly fluctuating—his steel teeth nearly ground to bits: “Who… just who is scheming against me!?”

Back in the day, how glorious had he been?

Bearing the fortune of heaven and earth, proving himself with Overturning Lamp Flame, and happening to catch the wave of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth—he’d made a fortune! Even among True Lords, he had been a top contender!

Alas, his fortune had waned!

How had it all come to this?

For the first time ever, Hong Yun found himself uncontrollably introspective. A single look back sent cold sweat pouring down his back.

‘How did I die?’

It had been five thousand years, and because of some 【Obstruction of Knowledge and View】, he had completely overlooked the question of how he had died—focusing only on reclaiming Golden Fruition.

Now, in the aftermath of emotional upheaval, he finally reflected and looked back—only to awaken suddenly, tearing through the fog clouding his eyes: “Damn it! Someone set me up! I’d thought I simply died of old age with bad luck, but someone was working in the shadows all along!”

“【Ang Xiao】!!!”

It was him! He would never forget that crushing fear, the chasm of the 【Great Forest Wood】… That guy hadn’t died—in fact, he had reached the mid-stage of Golden Core!

And his Dao attainment was incredibly high!

High Dao attainment, high cultivation, and a supreme Fruitional Rank—and yet that man had chosen to ambush him, a mere early-stage Golden Core, during the chaotic end of the Great Tribulation…

‘Beast!’

Hong Yun’s hands trembled with fury. But what grudge or enmity did he have with 【Ang Xiao】? Weren’t they both True Lords of the Holy Sect? Shouldn’t they be on the same side?

‘Unless… it’s related to the Dao Path!’

Hong Yun’s thoughts turned, and he had already guessed seventy to eighty percent. After all, they were Holy Sect True Lords—only something like the Dao Path could turn allies into enemies.

The next second, Hong Yun despaired even more.

Because he had already been killed by 【Ang Xiao】 for five thousand years. If it truly was over the Dao Path, then there was a high chance… that man had already succeeded.

‘Mid-stage Golden Core? That’s too optimistic.’

‘The current 【Ang Xiao】 was probably already late-stage Golden Core—a Grand True Lord! I haven’t reclaimed my position in five thousand years. Maybe he’s been sabotaging me all along!’

And now, even his final path of retreat had vanished.

Hong Yun raised his head, speechless tears falling.

A hero’s downfall!

If it weren’t for his luck dissipating, and getting targeted by the scoundrel 【Ang Xiao】, how could he have suffered defeat after defeat, wasted five thousand years, and become the laughingstock of all the True Lords?

These five thousand years, he had been ridiculed behind his back by fellow True Lords—but he had always endured.

He waited five thousand years for a chance—not to prove he was amazing, but to prove that the things he lost…

He would take them back!

But now, he couldn’t even retreat, let alone reclaim them. The first half of his life had been glorious—yet the latter half had been pitiful and destitute.

“It was not my fault…”

Hong Yun let out a long sigh—an endless sorrow!

The next moment, he suddenly seemed to remember something. His gaze sharpened, and without another word, he flew off in a beam of escape light—rushing toward Jiangbei.

But just as he neared that wretched place, a thick golden radiance abruptly surged around him, sealing the heavens and locking the earth like towering walls—trapping him outside.

Within the golden light, a figure emerged and stood within the 【Two Rites Light of Creation and Destruction】, smiling:

“Senior Hong Yun, this junior has been waiting for a long time.”

It was Lü Yang!

But it wasn’t his main body—his true self had already returned to Jiangdong with Emperor Jiayou. What arrived now was a celestial-born clone, eyes shining as he looked at Hong Yun.

How had he tracked Hong Yun?

It was simple—after all, Hong Yun’s Chen-Earth divine ability 【Root of All Things】 was still in his possession. Using that as a map, pinpointing Hong Yun’s location wasn’t hard.

Seeing this, Hong Yun didn’t even look surprised. Instead, his mind was crystal clear: “You muddled my mind, cut off my escape route, and lured me into the Outer Regions—beyond the reach of the 【Netherworld】—so I’d have nowhere to run, and could be killed? 【Ang Xiao】, you’re shameless beyond belief!”

Lü Yang: “?”

Faced with Hong Yun’s angry rebuke, Lü Yang blinked but didn’t argue—he simply smiled: “Senior, you misunderstand. I bear no malice.”

“No malice?”

Hong Yun nearly laughed in anger. He coldly glanced around and sneered: “If that’s true, why lay down such a net to trap me here?”

Lü Yang stood with hands clasped behind his back, speaking fluently: “Isn’t this different?”

Before the words even settled, the Myriad Spirits Banner appeared behind him, fluttering in the wind:

“Besides, Senior, you are far too slippery. I had no choice but to resort to this crude method—only hoping you might enter my banner and allow me to extend my hospitality.”

At that, Hong Yun’s eye twitched.

That lofty yet utterly shameless excuse—was this man from the Sword Pavilion?

No… wasn’t this 【Ang Xiao】’s doing?

For a moment, Hong Yun was a little confused… But setting everything else aside, he could still sense an overwhelming danger from the Myriad Spirits Banner behind Lü Yang.

“Are you really going to force a fight to the death?” Hong Yun growled.

“Senior jests.”

Seeing that Hong Yun’s fierce appearance hid inner weakness, Lü Yang smiled: “If the fish dies, the net won’t break. It’s best not to waste effort secretly trying to break the formation.”

With a single sentence, Lü Yang exposed Hong Yun’s true intention—while feigning debate, he had been secretly probing for a weakness in the array.

Seeing this, Hong Yun no longer bothered to pretend. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with resolution, and roared in a voice of thunder: “Very well—then let’s settle this with our fists!”

His voice fell, and thunder exploded.

In an instant, the Outer Light Sea trembled. A sudden wind rose from nowhere—grey and gloomy, full of ghostly wails and clashing steel blades!

【Fear of Hacking and Chopping】!

“Clang! Clang!”

The great wind surged, blanketing the sky. Lü Yang took one look and immediately understood: ‘He’s learned his lesson—not using Jia Wood this time, but Yi Wood!’

What was 【Fear of Hacking and Chopping】?

Yi Wood—wind in heaven, tree on earth—was living wood, with deep roots and lush leaves. But living wood feared Metal’s chopping blades and dreaded autumn’s leaf fall.

Now, the divine wind pressed down like axes and blades, slashing across Lü Yang’s body. His divine radiance froze, then began to crack inch by inch.

Large swathes of divine light were shaved off, scattering around in a stunning, magnificent display that made Lü Yang frown slightly:

‘Truly a reincarnated True Lord.’

‘With intelligence and knowledge of my Dao lineage, he has a method now—making things much more difficult. Fortunately, I had already severed one of his innate divine abilities…’

But precisely because of that, Lü Yang’s determination only deepened.

After all, Hong Yun’s metal nature was crucial to his own Dao path—he could not back down.

Today, he must take this man!