Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Three months later.

Inside the closed-door cultivation chamber of the Sword Pavilion.

When Lü Yang withdrew his gaze from the 【Sword of No Killing】 before him and came back to his senses, an inexplicable realization emerged in his heart.

”Never thought 【Fated Commandment Holding】 would have such a wondrous use.”

This was the profound wonder of the Sensing Spirit Response Sutra. To accelerate his comprehension of 【Sword Intent】, Lü Yang had assigned himself a fate: the 【Innate Sword Seed】.

The effect was quite remarkable.

To obtain the fate of 【Innate Sword Seed】, the commandment he needed to hold was called 【Weapon Abstinence】—as the name implied, from now on he could only use swords in combat.

If he used any other weapon, he would immediately break the commandment.

But under the support of this commandment, he progressed with lightning speed in understanding 【Sword Intent】. At this moment, he had clearly taken the most crucial first step.

”Buzz, buzz!”

Lü Yang sat still, without activating any divine sense or magic power, yet the 【Sword of No Killing】 before him trembled. A glint of cold light shone as the sword blade unsheathed half an inch on its own. It was stirred by Lü Yang’s 【Sword Heart】, responding autonomously—symbolizing his level in the sword path.

‘Consider this entry-level mastery.’

Lü Yang nodded with satisfaction. When he could fully unsheathe the 【Sword of No Killing】, that would be the moment he was qualified to condense true 【Sword Intent】.

This was a long road.

‘The sword is the way of utmost sincerity—straightforward and unbending. It must be nurtured with experiences and emotions to gradually sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.’

The stronger the emotions, the easier it was to give rise to 【Sword Intent】.

‘In other words, most sword cultivators are obsessive people. With obsessions in their hearts and powerful emotions born from them, only then can they advance further on the sword path.’

The Daoist Dangmo was a typical example—so ”good” it was terrifying.

The so-called 【No Killing】 was completely out of place in this world, yet he persisted with it consistently. It showed just how deeply rooted his obsession was.

In the next instant, a thought stirred in Lü Yang’s mind.

From within the Myriad Spirits Banner, a message came from Patriarch Ting You: the preparations for refining the 【Lesser Blessed Land】 had been completed, only lacking Lü Yang’s presence to initiate the actual process.

After all, although the 【Lesser Blessed Land】 had reduced many requirements, cultivation was still a crucial factor. Without a late Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, there was no way to begin. And since Patriarch Ting You was still only at mid-Foundation Establishment, he could only help organize and interpret the method. The final execution still required Lü Yang himself.

“Ho!”

As Lü Yang’s consciousness entered the Myriad Spirits Banner, he immediately saw a bustling scene. Countless spirit banners were moving in coordinated actions under Patriarch Ting You’s direction.

Leading them was none other than the Sect Leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect—Long Yue.

This late Foundation Establishment realm spirit banner had now become Lü Yang’s loyal servant, diligently laboring and offering herself for his cause.

At the same time, she was also Lü Yang’s trump card for venturing beyond the heavens. After all, his sword path incarnation could not accompany him. One reason was the incarnation’s deep entanglement with the Sword Pavilion—bringing it outside risked exposure. Another was to leave behind an anchor.

After all, Lü Yang ultimately intended to return.

In this case, Long Yue, a late Foundation Establishment grand master, was undoubtedly the ideal protector—she would scout the path, step on traps, and serve as cannon fodder if needed.

“Patriarch?”

Lü Yang walked up to Patriarch Ting You and saw him holding a thin sheet of paper, sketching on it. Seeing this, Lü Yang’s eyes lit up.

“Is this the result of Patriarch’s insights?”

“Indeed.”

Patriarch Ting You nodded, but when he noticed Lü Yang staring at the thin paper, he quickly shook his head. “Oh, this one’s for me.”

He then pulled out a thick jade slip and stuffed it into Lü Yang’s arms. “This is your personalized tutorial. Read it carefully. When the time comes, follow the steps precisely—one misstep and the entire 【Lesser Blessed Land】 refining process will fail.”

Lü Yang fell silent.

Sweeping it with divine sense, he saw that compared to the thin page in Ting You’s hand, the jade slip’s content could easily fill a million-word book!

But correspondingly, it was extremely detailed.

Lü Yang didn’t even need to understand it—he just needed to memorize it. So despite the volume, it posed no challenge to him.

This alone proved how diligently he had cultivated his talent during this period.

“All preparations complete.”

Soon, under Ting You’s arrangements, the project inside the Myriad Spirits Banner neared completion. In its center, a golden silkworm had transformed into a cocoon.

Lü Yang stepped forward and began channeling his own magic power.

In the next moment, Lü Yang felt as though he had sunk into a vast underwater world—movement became nearly impossible, and he felt deeply cut off from heaven and earth.

Immense pressure closed in from all directions.

A single thought emerged.

‘Push it open!’

Lü Yang exhaled deeply, summoned all his power, his sword heart advancing with unstoppable force. His body swelled—head touching the sky, feet planted on the earth—stretching out freely.

“Boom!”

With a thunderous roar, he forcibly expanded a space using raw power. Above, a white rift split open, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy like a dam breaking. This space greedily devoured it all.

Spiritual energy formed the Taiji.

One gave birth to two, two to three, three to all things. In the blink of an eye, rivers and lakes emerged where there was once emptiness, along with mountains and ridges.

The next instant, Lü Yang returned to the outside world.

Looking again, he saw the cocoon formed by the 【Indestructible Gilded Silkworm of Ten Thousand Tribulations】 split open. A speck of golden light turned into a butterfly, revealing an image of light.

A speck of mustard light, containing the vastness of Sumeru.

If one focused their divine sense, they could even see the landscape Lü Yang had just forged—mountains, rivers, and valleys. It was like a miniature world!

‘No, calling it a world might be too generous.’

‘In essence, it’s just a space. It cannot foster life, unworthy of being called a world. But with my cultivation, this is already the limit.’

With a thought, Lü Yang returned into the 【Lesser Blessed Land】.

As its creator, he possessed absolute control over it. A sweep of divine sense could detect nearly every change.

And more importantly, it had another wondrous use.

“Swish swish!”

As Lü Yang’s thoughts shifted, the 【Lesser Blessed Land】 began to morph. Golden light outlined a humanoid form.

Next, wind and clouds formed qi, thunder gave voice, sun and moon became eyes, the four poles and five sacred peaks became limbs and body, rivers turned into flowing blood, the earth shaped the meridians, fields became flesh, metal and wood formed skin and hair—finally forming a handsome face.

‘Reforging the flesh!’

Lü Yang looked at his palm. This body had no cultivation, only the 【Lesser Blessed Land】’s inherent status and the raw strength born of it.

“Hong Yun... I truly underestimated him!”

The 【Lesser Blessed Land】 was self-sufficient and unbound by heavenly laws. Transformed into a body and sent to another world, even heaven and earth would struggle to trace it back.

Lü Yang could tell—everything he could consider, Hong Yun had already prepared for long ago. This escape plan was flawless. The only flaw was the immense cost.

And despite five thousand years of bad luck and death after death, Hong Yun had still failed to gather enough materials.

Lü Yang was no different.

If not for the rare treasure 【Indestructible Gilded Silkworm of Ten Thousand Tribulations】—cultivated by the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect over countless years—he couldn’t have completed the refining.

Now that the 【Lesser Blessed Land】 was complete, Lü Yang hesitated no longer.

‘From today on, this is my true body! As for a name... let’s call it 【Heaven of Parting Grief】—a vivid symbol of leaving this wretched place.’

Lü Yang took a deep breath and began activating his incantations.

‘The sword path incarnation will remain in the Sword Pavilion to observe worldly affairs. It doesn’t need to do anything grand—just survive as long as possible and gather information for me.’

With that thought, Lü Yang cast one last glance around.

Since reaching Foundation Establishment, this life had probably been his most miserable. He had no choice but to leave his homeland, and the path ahead remained uncertain.

Guang Ming’s Holy Child, Celestial Spirits...

‘Just you wait—’

Lü Yang withdrew his gaze, swallowing his emotions, his face calm like a still lake.

I will definitely come back!