Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Ninety ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍percent success chance—yet certain death!

Such ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍shocking words were spoken by True Lord Feixue, yet Lü Yang’s expression remained unchanged. His face only slightly tensed, as if he had already expected the answer.

Seeing ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍this, the admiration in True Lord Feixue’s eyes grew even deeper.

But ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍in the next moment, she restrained the emotions in her eyes, and with a wave of her large hand, said, “That’s enough. Go now. I’ll wait until the day I can call you ‘Daoist Friend.’”

As ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍soon as she finished speaking, Lü Yang saw the surroundings once again fill with rolling mist and clouds, which surged forth and obscured countless visions. When the mist finally cleared, he was already standing beyond the threshold of Feixue’s sleeping palace. Looking back, Chong Guang stood outside the threshold, still with a trace of astonishment on his face:

‘He ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍really went in. And came out unscathed.’

Chong Guang had no doubts about Lü Yang’s strength. After all, the condition for entering the sleeping palace was simply to endure one incense stick’s time. Let alone Lü Yang—even he himself could achieve that.

The issue was being “unscathed.”

One must understand, every time Chong Guang battled the mirrored image of True Lord Feixue, he had to expend every method at his disposal, fighting until he was utterly exhausted just to last one incense stick’s worth of time.

And even then, he would emerge completely drained.

Yet Lü Yang was not like that at all. Not only was his qi completely intact, he even showed signs of having broken through to a higher level—it was clearly not as simple as one incense stick’s time.

At this thought, Chong Guang immediately cupped his hands.

“Congratulations, Daoist Friend.”

Lü Yang returned the salute, then continued, “Would you kindly bring Yu Zhou and the Zouyu Clan here? True Lord has agreed to allow them entry.”

Upon hearing this, Chong Guang nodded, and immediately summoned a beam of radiant light. Moments later, the light brought over Yu Zhou, his face full of anxiety. In his hands he held a high-grade spiritual treasure—a round pearl that contained a world the size of Mount Sumeru. Within it were all the disciples of the Zouyu Clan.

“Greetings, my lord.”

Yu Zhou had barely landed before he rushed to kneel, but Lü Yang raised a hand to stop him, and then simply pulled him directly into the sleeping palace.

“Come with me.”

“That chaotic-history entrance is here. I’ll take you back.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhou’s expression changed as he sharply caught the key point in Lü Yang’s words: “Could it be that you, my lord, will go in with us?”

“Indeed. I’m going in with you.”

Lü Yang nodded, eyes bright. “The possibility... I must see for myself the possibility of forming a Golden Core. After all, the waters in this cursed place run far too deep.”

Ninety percent chance of success in forming the Golden Core—yet certain death.

Why?

Lü Yang pondered silently, unmoved, still calmly thinking:

‘It can only be due to external interference. By now, I’ve become the focus of the entire world. Though the four Dao Lords haven’t descended into the mortal realm, they’ve all cast their gaze upon me.’

That wasn’t the issue. In fact, it aligned perfectly with the imagery of the 【Heavenly Fire】.

The problem lay in the attitudes of the Dao Lords.

The World-Honored One—no need to say more; a mortal enemy. The Sword Pavilion’s Dao Lord had made no moves to date. The Sacred Sect’s Founding Ancestor wanted Lü Yang to personally enter the distorted history created by the World-Honored One.

What about the Dao Lord of the Dao Court?

‘In theory, the Dao Court Dao Lord should want me to form the Golden Core. That way, the 【Heavenly Fire】 can be drawn into the Dao Court—why not be pleased with that?’

‘But...’

Lü Yang’s expression darkened.

‘...the only thing that matters is the 【Heavenly Fire】 itself.’

‘As for me personally, I’m irrelevant.’

What the Dao Court Dao Lord wanted was simply for the 【Heavenly Fire】 to belong to the Dao Court. Who achieved it, whether they succeeded or failed, the Dao Lord probably didn’t care at all.

In other words—

‘If sabotaging my attempt would ensure the 【Heavenly Fire】 ends up under the Dao Court’s control, the Dao Court Dao Lord would not hesitate to sabotage me.’

Lü Yang had actually seen such methods before. In a past life, wasn’t it 【Soaring Sky】 who had deliberately supported Suo Huan in forming the Golden Core, only to give him a falsified version of the 『All-Spirits Return to the Void Dao Scripture』, causing him to fail and thereby draw the 【Endless Water】 into the Underworld? Could the Dao Court Dao Lord really not know such tricks?

‘If that’s the case...’

The corners of Lü Yang’s mouth curled into a cold sneer: ‘Then perhaps the Dao Court Dao Lord plays the role of 【Soaring Sky】, I play Suo Huan, and 【Heavenly Fire】 plays the 【Endless Water】!’

Then... who would forge the flawed 『All-Spirits Return to the Void Dao Scripture』?

Lü Yang lowered his head and looked at his palm. Ever since he ascended the throne in the Dao Court, a formless connection had never left him.

‘【Laws of the Immortal Kingdom】!’

In an instant, Lü Yang felt as though clouds were parting to reveal the sun—he finally saw clearly the many schemes laid upon him.

‘In that conversation just now, True Lord Feixue kept mentioning the World-Honored One, implying that this trip into the chaotic history was aimed at him. But in truth, there was subtext—she dared not speak more, because the 【Laws of the Immortal Kingdom】 are still upon me!’

The World-Honored One’s forbidden knowledge was just a smokescreen.

The truly valuable part, the real hint—was that final sentence: “Ninety percent chance of success, yet certain death.”

And even that only came after Lü Yang had proactively asked!

‘Damn it, not a single one of these four Dao Lords can be trusted!’

Lü Yang cursed inwardly. Had he not doubted the Dao Court Dao Lord, True Lord Feixue wouldn’t have said a single word—just like the Sacred Sect’s usual style.

If you’re that stupid to blindly trust others, what more is there to say?

The Sacred Sect doesn’t raise useless disciples!

Thankfully, he had spent many lifetimes in the Sacred Sect and had learned through experience that no one’s words were to be trusted—only decisions made by oneself could be relied upon.

‘The Dao Court Dao Lord covets the 【Heavenly Fire】 and may strike against me. The World-Honored One doesn’t want me to succeed and will kill me. The Sword Pavilion Dao Lord has been silent, but since I’ve cultivated the 【Unyielding Sword Intent】, he might have plans of his own. As for the Sacred Sect Founding Ancestor, he’s already made a move on me...’

At that, Lü Yang couldn’t help but curse aloud:

‘Bastards!’

All I want is to form a Golden Core—not even striving for Nascent Soul—and yet all four Dao Lords are attending to me alone? None of these so-called mighty beings have a shred of immortal virtue!

Is this what it means to pursue the supreme Fruit Position?

‘...So be it.’

Lü Yang exhaled deeply, calming himself. ‘It’s nothing more than surviving between the cracks. For that, I must uncover the schemes of each Dao Lord.’

Only with intelligence could he find a flaw.

‘The World-Honored One’s scheme is simple—just shamelessly entering the field to blow everything up. No finesse whatsoever.’

‘The Dao Court Dao Lord’s scheme hinges on how he plans to seize the 【Heavenly Fire】, and whether it would truly cause my death.’

‘As for the Sword Pavilion, I at least have my Demon-Cleansing Master to shield me.’

‘Lastly, there’s the Sacred Sect Founding Ancestor.’

At this thought, Lü Yang stroked his chin. If he hadn’t understood the Ancestor’s intentions before, now he had a clearer idea:

‘Could it be that the Sacred Sect Founding Ancestor is aiming at the Dao Court Dao Lord?’

It all came down to one word: Balance.

After all, the World-Honored One had already taken a huge loss this round. If he were to suffer again, the balance among the Dao Lords would collapse—thus, the scales needed rebalancing.

The Sacred Sect Founding Ancestor’s true goal might be to prevent the Dao Court Dao Lord from obtaining the 【Heavenly Fire】!

The more Lü Yang thought about it, the more plausible it seemed: ‘To the Ancestor, whether or not I form the Golden Core might not be the key issue.’

After all, above me still stands 【Soaring Sky】.

‘The priority is to prevent the Dao Court Dao Lord from obtaining the 【Heavenly Fire】 through me.’

In other words—

‘In the Ancestor’s scheme, either I don’t form it—or if I do, I must succeed! That’s why he gave me the opportunity to enter the distorted history.’

After all, compared to the idea that the Sacred Sect Ancestor was kind-hearted and wanted to nurture juniors, this explanation of manipulating the Dao Court Dao Lord was far more believable.

In an instant, Lü Yang became enlightened:

‘Then my current top priority, aside from returning the Zouyu descendants, is to uncover how the Dao Court Dao Lord plans to seize the 【Heavenly Fire】.’

Only by understanding the method could he devise countermeasures.

As for clues, the Sacred Sect Ancestor had already handed them to him:

‘The distorted history! That place is the World-Honored One’s personal territory. The Dao Court Dao Lord’s hand can’t reach in there—nor can he monitor my every move.’

‘Moreover, that realm is deeply connected to the present, yet its future diverges entirely. Someone there has already attempted to form the 【Heavenly Fire】. So while the Dao Court’s method of stealing it is a secret in the present—it may not be so in that distorted history!’

■ Fourth update coming tomorrow morning.

– Also, I understand if you say my writing is dragging, because my updates aren’t fast enough. But if you say I’m stalling the plot—I refuse to accept that.

▶ Just wait. On July 1st, I want nothing in the comment section but praise for me.