Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 536: That Sword Which Overturned the World!

Just ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍as Lü Yang’s voice echoed across the world, 【Ang Xiao】 moved.

He ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was proud, but not arrogant. He knew clearly that if this came down to comparing stats and mechanisms, he currently could not match Lü Yang, who had pseudo-held the 【Heavenly Fire】.

Thus, ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the moment he made a move, it was with full force!

‘No ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍need to kill him—just force him to exhaust his Metal attribute, make him unable to maintain the pseudo-holding, and then I win. If he can’t maintain it, he won’t be able to break through Pure Land either.’

With ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍that thought, Ang Xiao immediately changed his hand seals. He stabilized the heterodox fruit position 【Myriad Transformations】 of the 【Dragon-Serpent Coiling Shadow Bodhisattva】. Then, he wove together the brilliance formed from the interlacing of the imagery of 【White Wax Gold】 and 【Soil Within Sand】, and poured all of it in. Finally, a ray of Buddhist light burst forth from between his palms.

“Amitabha.”

In that instant, across the vast Pure Land of Jiangxi, chanting rose from all eighty-four thousand temples. The Buddhist name resounded like thunder throughout Jiangxi.

‘Let me borrow this power, just this once.’

【Ang Xiao】 exhaled deeply, and raised the 【Myriad Transformations】 fruit position in his hand toward the sky. Under the illumination of the Buddhist light, it transformed into a golden Buddha of immense stature!

Back then, even by casting just one strand of soul into the Buddhist realm, he had attained the true fruit of a Bodhisattva. One could imagine how deeply he had studied the ’Path of Deep Joy and Extinction’ of the Pure Land. It was only out of fear of the World-Honored One that he had never used it. Yet in this moment of crisis, he no longer held back.

‘The strength of united minds lies here.’

‘Its power to suppress 【City Wall Earth】 resembles the effects of the 【Laws of the Immortal Kingdom】—or perhaps this was something the World-Honored One copied from the Dao Court.’

“Rise!”

In the next moment, the Buddha into which 【Ang Xiao】 had transformed raised its palm, and from its center, the Buddhist light manifested countless illusions, ultimately condensing into a 卍-character talisman.

The hand rose—and fell.

The Buddha’s palm descended from an unfathomable height, encompassing all of Jiangxi. Boundless streams of air churned into gales that surged at its fingertips.

“Rumble rumble rumble!”

This palm was not physical—it was an image!

The Buddha’s hand was as smooth as jade, with every line mirroring Jiangxi’s mountains and rivers, and every inch of skin containing the wills of Jiangxi’s trillions of Buddhist cultivators.

As the palm fell, it turned the immense land of Jiangxi into a giant chessboard. Lü Yang stood alone upon it, holding the black pieces, yet surrounded in the center by the white pieces of Jiangxi’s countless Buddhist cultivators. A terrifying collective will, born of ‘united minds,’ surged into his Sea of Consciousness, attempting to convert him completely!

“Can... can he even withstand this?”

Witnessing such an apocalyptic scene, Tian Qiu’s face was filled with despair. Chong Guang’s expression was grim, while only the Real Person of Demon‑Cleansing wore a look of hesitation.

He had a way to break the united will.

That hesitation did not last long, and quickly turned into resolve as he stepped forward—only to be stopped before he could act.

“Real Person of Demon-Cleansing, wait.”

It was Lü Yang.

Hearing this, the Real Person of Demon‑Cleansing halted in astonishment. “You know what I was about to do… But, Daoist Friend, are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“I don’t.”

Lü Yang’s voice continued, and even under such pressure, it carried a touch of pride and delight, finally becoming full of spirit:

“Daoist Friend.”

‘Master.’

This was what you taught me in the previous life—and now, I have mastered it:

“Listen—hear my sword sing!”

Almost simultaneously, 【Ang Xiao】’s brow twitched.

And in the ancestral hall of the Sword Pavilion in Jiangnan, the Jade Pivot which contained the sword arts of all sword cultivators began to tremble, as if sensing something.

A sword cry rose from Jiangxi—not just from Jiangxi—but expanded, spreading faster than anything. In an instant, it reached Jiangdong, Jiangnan, Jiangbei, and overseas. In the entire present-day world, all swords seemed to hear that resounding cry.

And in that sword cry...

All Foundation Establishment cultivators involuntarily turned to Jiangxi, looking toward that grand Buddha palm, where a blazing, supreme firelight rose!

That firelight was radiant and magnificent.

It shone upon all things like the sun, proclaiming its presence to the Five Regions of the world—becoming, it seemed, the only brilliance under heaven and earth!

“No... no, this can’t be right!”

【Ang Xiao】 frowned tightly. In his calculations, that palm should have been enough to suppress Lü Yang’s 【Heavenly Fire】—there should have been no room for surprises.

After all, even 【City Wall Earth】 had been suppressed by it.

He could perform that palm only because his cultivation was high enough and his understanding of Buddhism was deep enough—perhaps even a Pure Land Bodhisattva couldn’t manage it.

Yet now, unease sprouted in his heart.

‘It feels like… it’s not just 【Heavenly Fire】!’

But aside from 【Heavenly Fire】, what else could that brat have?

【Ang Xiao】 pondered. During the assassination of Emperor Jiayou, he had glimpsed a flash—he knew Lü Yang seemed to have hidden another heterodox fruit position as a trump card.

But a mere heterodox position—what use could it be?

He had no more time to think—because in the next instant, from within that magnificent blaze, Lü Yang slowly drew out the Tribulation‑Surviving Wave.

“Rumble rumble rumble!”

In that moment, a tremendous, unimaginable force—shapeless, formless—collided against the falling Buddha palm, and an ultimate brilliance erupted across the heavens.

“My eyes! My eyes!”

“That sword light... it pierced my divine sense even from billions of li away?!”

“Sword intent? No—no, that’s not just sword intent!”

The turmoil was greatest in Jiangnan, for at the Extreme Heaven Cliff, the sword cultivators of the Sword Pavilion were most familiar with this sensation. In a glance, they recognized it.

At the Sword Pavilion’s foundation, Real Person Quexie’s eyes turned bloodshot and bulged as he muttered in disbelief, “Titled Sword Intent… just like Demon-Cleansing… just like the 【True Lord of Path-Spreading in Rigid Form】… Titled Sword Intent! How is this possible? Am I inferior to a mere demonic dragon?”

In that moment, the entire world fell into darkness.

For the supreme brilliance had taken away everyone’s sight—and even severed their divine sense’s perception of the outside. All they could see was endless black.

Even their sense of time was stripped away.

No one knew how long had passed before a single light finally pierced the dark—because it was the only light, all eyes turned to it at once.

It was a sword.

Flames flowed upon its blade, riddled with cracks. Every inch it emerged from its sheath groaned under strain—but it never broke.

Its name was【Unyielding】!

This was Lü Yang’s own sword intent—refined through ten lifetimes of bitter cultivation, forged under immense pressure—a sword intent that never broke, only grew stronger with each battle!

Immediately after, a vast ocean rose from the ground, and roaring gales soared toward the heavens—all surging upward with the unsheathing of that blade. Perhaps they moved slowly, but they never stopped—no matter the obstacles, nothing could halt its advance.

In the next second, the darkness cleared. Everyone could once more see the happenings of the real world.

“My god…”

They saw it—above Jiangxi, that descending Buddha palm was lifted up by a single sword strike. The five fingers, each larger than a continent, burst into sprays of blood!

In an instant, the heavens turned and the earth shifted!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had just flipped over the chessboard of the Five Regions—this chessboard that used the multitudes of living beings as its pieces—and had overturned it with force!