Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 546: Sinister Feixue!

Trust you? Not a chance in hell!

Lu Yang showed a look of suspicion on his face, but deep down, he was certain: there was no way the Founding Ancestor of the Sacred Sect would give him some great opportunity for no reason.

There had to be a catch.

The reason was simple: damn it, in this life, he wasn’t some Sacred Sect True Person. Although he shared a bit of the Sacred Sect’s style, he was a proper and pure-blooded Dao Court cultivator.

You, someone from the Sacred Sect—why would you give me an opportunity?

It had to be a trap!

‘But... maybe the trap isn’t meant for me.’

How should one put it—Lu Yang still had a bit of faith in the Sacred Sect’s Founding Ancestor, because across all Five Domains, the Founding Ancestor was actually the most magnanimous one.

Sounds absurd, but just look at the other powers—what a mess. The World-Honored One? Not even worth mentioning—his shamelessness knew no bounds. The Dao Court was slightly better, but it still capped cultivators with the 【Laws of the Immortal Kingdom】. The Sword Pavilion was even better, at least showing some regard for its own people.

Only the Sacred Sect—

It spoke of survival of the fittest and the strong devouring the weak, yet in truth, it practiced education without discrimination. As long as you had talent and ability, you could shine in the Sacred Sect.

It was all about comparison.

Compared to the other three Dao Lords, the Sacred Sect’s Founding Ancestor actually seemed to have vision... Just look at 【Ang Xiao】 still being alive—that alone was proof.

‘If it were the World-Honored One, I might still think this was a scheme against me. But the Sacred Sect’s Founding Ancestor... Compared to a nobody like me who isn’t even a True Lord, why would he bother scheming? More likely, he just wants to use me to screw over the World-Honored One once more, making his situation even worse.’

Lu Yang’s mind spun with thoughts, before he finally let out a long breath.

He stopped overthinking. Whether it was a trap or not, and who the trap was for, it wouldn’t change his next move: defeat Feixue, and enter the disordered history!

At that thought, Lu Yang lifted his head.

He stood with his hands at his sides, eyes fixed straight ahead on True Lord Feixue, suddenly smiling: “True Lord, truly a Sacred Sect disciple.”

“Boom——!”

As soon as Lu Yang’s words fell, the ground around them erupted in dazzling radiance, overwhelming and boundless, as if a heavenly river had poured down from the heavens!

In an instant, Lu Yang seemed to be thrown into a winding, turbulent current. Above his head flowed a slow celestial river, and below, the ground turned into raging waves. His entire body’s mana dispersed in all directions, difficult to control. No matter where he looked, there was no way out.

【Abyssal Qi Celestial River True Method】！

It corresponded to the 【Waters Beneath the Ravine】 true method. In the past, True Lord Feixue had used it with the boast: “Shake three provinces, overturn the land, clarify the four seas, and upend the skies!”

Such momentum clearly showed she had long prepared for this!

On the surface, True Lord Feixue had distracted Lu Yang with cryptic words to split his attention, but all the while, she was secretly readying a killing move!

Truly sinister and ruthless.

‘From this perspective, Uncle Master Chong Guang really is a product of her teaching—their combat styles are identical. Appearing generous, but in truth, utterly cunning...’

Lu Yang exhaled deeply, forming a hand seal before his chest while moving his lips:

‘【Beacon Flame Suiyang Scroll】!’

In an instant, rolling flames spewed from his lips, rooting upon landing, manifesting countless weapons and armor, charging toward the surrounding abyssal river.

But the next second—

“Dang——！”

A radiant beam crashed down head-on, emitting a grand bell-like clang that shattered the blazing fire Lu Yang had summoned, forcing him to immediately refocus.

Almost simultaneously, a graceful figure emerged behind him.

A slender, pale hand formed a blade and silently slashed toward his neck. By the time Lu Yang reacted, that hand was already resting lightly on his neck, effortlessly sinking into his flesh.

‘I can’t block it!’

Lu Yang’s eyes gleamed. He sensed that this seemingly ordinary palm strike was actually imbued with the most overbearing essence of the water element:

【Dripping Water Pierces Stone】.

Mountains, rivers, and the land itself were shaped by flowing water. Hence, there was nothing “water” couldn’t cut through.

This palm—already embodied the sword cultivator’s intent!

Recognizing the profundity within Feixue’s strike, Lu Yang didn’t attempt to block it—he knew that would be playing right into her hands.

‘I should counterattack instead!’

In that split second, their eyes met—and in Lu Yang’s pupils, dazzling golden light burst forth, blasting straight into Feixue’s eyes.

【Sunlit Imperial Radiance Talisman】！

This technique could sever spiritual perception and block the five senses. And right after casting it, Lu Yang’s body burst into a cloud of dark-gold brilliance.

【Heaven】！

This Grade-2 true skill, which Lu Yang had perfected, had reached the realm of formlessness, with no defined vulnerabilities.

The next moment, the golden-black brilliance recondensed, reforming Lu Yang’s body. While the effects of 【Sunlit Imperial Radiance Talisman】 still lingered, severing spiritual perception, he raised a single finger—dark-gold light danced on its tip—and pointed straight at True Lord Feixue below.

“Boom——！”

With that single point, the heavens and earth echoed in unison. The entire space collapsed inward toward Feixue’s position, fragmenting!

This was 【Heaven and Earth Respond to Me】！

A profound manifestation—not powered by mana, but a command issued, calling upon heaven and earth to fight as his vanguard, aligning perfectly with the imagery of 【Heavenly Fire】!

In an instant, True Lord Feixue’s graceful figure was sliced into countless fragments by Lu Yang’s merciless strike.

But a second later, her body turned into scattered water, rolling across the ground before regrouping not far from Lu Yang, once more forming her unscathed silhouette.

“Not bad.”

True Lord Feixue clasped her hands behind her back, her beautiful eyes filled with appreciation: “To take my palm and even seize the chance to counterattack—you’ve surpassed ninety percent of Foundation Establishment cultivators.”

Lu Yang also smiled at her words:

“But you, Senior, left me utterly disappointed—first using words to deceive me, then launching a sneak attack. Was this the method you used to win first place in the spell duel back then?”

His words were rather sarcastic.

Yet Feixue didn’t get angry at all—instead, she nodded with a perfectly justified expression:

“Of course.”

“Water has no fixed form—so too does spell combat. A technique that wins is a good technique. If I worried about appearances, my grave’s grass would be taller than yours.”

Lu Yang raised a brow—not surprised. After all, he inwardly agreed with this logic too. He immediately began forming a hand seal in secret while speaking aloud on purpose:

“Speaking of which, the ‘origin’ you mentioned earlier—what exactly is it? Why is it so beneficial for our cultivation?”

“Want to know?”

True Lord Feixue smiled gracefully. Though there was no flirtation in her tone, her transcendent, elegant beauty still gave her a peerlessly stunning aura.

“Then defeat me.”

“Boom——！”

Before Feixue finished speaking, Lu Yang had already completed his secret hand seal. A burst of golden light erupted, revealing a dazzling talisman.

‘【Gilt-Edged Commanding Token】!’

At the same time, he held up the 【Tribulation‑Surviving Wave】, with the marvels of 【Might-Proclaiming】 fully unleashed. Empowered by the Commanding Token, Lu Yang’s aura surged to its peak.

But that wasn’t all.

When his qi barely reached a critical threshold, another radiance burst from his body—faint, but unextinguishable.

【Unyielding Sword Intent】！

“Clang! Clang!”

Technique, spiritual treasure, sword intent—triply empowered. The blazing sword light became a howling storm, instantly shredding the surrounding abyssal waters.

No flourishes, no embellishments—just pure sword cultivator stats, now unleashed, as if ripping apart a masterfully painted scroll.

The waters vanished. True Lord Feixue gracefully retreated, revealing behind her the hazy scene Lu Yang had seen when he first entered this strange place.

Though her technique was broken, True Lord Feixue didn’t show a hint of panic. Instead, she spoke softly:

“.This so-called ‘origin’ is actually a cultivator’s potential. The more robust your origin, the more possible futures await you.”

“That disordered history is the same.”

“It is a possibility—a different direction for the world, abandoned by the World-Honored One using the power of 【City Head Earth】...”

And then Feixue dropped a bombshell:

“A possibility where the 【World-Honored One attains the Dao and forms a Nascent Soul】!”