Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Overseas, billions of acres of seawater crashed down with a thunderous roar.

A rainbow-colored radiance appeared on the horizon. Lü Yang stood within it, his robe fluttering wildly in the wind. Gazing far into the distance, he immediately spotted an island as vast as a continental state.

Four Seas Sect.

The Dragon Palace was located on the Eastern Island. At this moment, palaces stretched endlessly, with pavilions and towers glittering with golden splendor. Countless formations and restrictions intertwined—it was truly a paradise of ten thousand monsters.

In the past, Lü Yang had neither the ability nor the courage to gaze directly at the Dragon Palace. After all, the Dragon King of the Four Seas Sect resided deep within, and such bold prying would surely result in being grabbed and inastantly refined. But things had changed.

‘What a majestic Dragon Palace.’

Lü Yang operated 【Linglong Heart】, watching from afar, unable to help but praise inwardly.

There was clearly a formation set up by the Dragon King within the palace. Unless he used his precious opportunity to simulate a Golden Position, forcefully intruding would certainly lead to disaster.

‘But conversely, as long as I don’t trespass, there shouldn’t be any major issue.’

With this thought, Lü Yang calmed himself down.

“Foundation Establishment Perfection! How can it be Foundation Establishment Perfection…”

While Lü Yang was still musing, the group of remaining monster soldiers below were already panicking. Their faces turned pale as they fled in all directions.

“Boom rumble rumble!”

Just then, a beam of clear light abruptly rose from the direction of the Dragon Palace, traversing tens of thousands of miles in an instant before splitting open right before Lü Yang.

Immediately afterward, a handsome young man stepped out from the light. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding a heroic aura. Amid his thick hair protruded a pair of ruler-like horns, a sign of his true dragon lineage. A pair of lava-like scorching dragon pupils stared intently at Lü Yang.

“Inferior name, Tian Qiu.”

Though this prince of the Dragon Palace possessed noble blood, he showed little arrogance. With refined politeness, he said, “Fellow Daoist, with such a high cultivation, why trouble a few juniors?”

“That can’t be called trouble.”

Lü Yang chuckled lightly. Then he opened his palm, revealing two soul wisps—none other than the spirits of Sui Ying and Sui Ling, crushed to death by his hand moments ago.

Seeing this, Tian Qiu immediately let out a breath of relief.

As long as their souls remained, they could reincarnate and rebuild. Sui Ying and Sui Ling were still young—reincarnation and retraining wouldn’t take long to regain their realm.

Yet in the next second—

“Bang!”

Before Tian Qiu could even speak to reclaim the souls of the two dragon kings, Lü Yang clenched his five fingers—crack!—crushing both souls completely, annihilating them into dust!

“That’s what you call trouble.”

As Lü Yang’s words landed, Tian Qiu’s expression turned dark.

He had initially been courteous solely out of respect for Lü Yang’s strength. Otherwise, like dealing with Suo Huan, he would have struck already.

But he hadn’t expected Lü Yang to be so disrespectful, killing Sui Ying and Sui Ling right in front of him. As the Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace, if he still swallowed his anger now, then not to mention ruling the overseas territories—even among the True Dragon Clan, unrest would boil over!

With this thought, Tian Qiu shed his ceremonial manner.

“Dishonoring my courtesy? Seeking death!”

As the words fell, his mouth split open to reveal rows of sharp teeth, and his molten gold dragon pupils locked Lü Yang’s figure completely within their gaze.

The next moment, he shut his eyes.

Instantly, as Tian Qiu’s eyes closed and his vision lost sight of Lü Yang, Lü Yang himself felt a majestic force sweep down upon him.

His figure began to turn illusory!

By closing his eyes and losing sight of Lü Yang, Tian Qiu’s vision influenced reality—attempting to erase Lü Yang’s true body from existence!

‘【Frame the Sun and Moon】!’

Such an overbearing and sinister divine ability made even Lü Yang raise his brow in surprise. Yet he did not panic—instead, he calmly watched Tian Qiu execute his technique.

Right then, Tian Qiu’s body shook violently. With a thunderous crack, his humanoid form collapsed, revealing scaled armor beneath his skin. He released a celestial cloud of mysterious light that soared to the sky—his true form emerged: a hornless azure dragon.

As he whipped his massive form, countless golden serpents spiraled into the air, and the dragon head opened wide with a bloody maw.

By all indications, he intended to devour Lü Yang in one bite!

‘A rogue cultivator from the outer lands, a frog at the bottom of a well—what would he know of my methods?’

‘This bite will shatter your Dharma body!’

Tian Qiu gnashed fiercely, his fangs like guillotines—no matter how indestructible the body, it would be torn to shreds!

However, the next second, he felt nothing.

There was no sensation of biting into anything.

Looking back, the Lü Yang he had trapped using 【Frame the Sun and Moon】 had already dissolved into an illusion—his true body stood a hundred meters away, untouched.

“Hmm? Dodged it?”

Having missed, Tian Qiu immediately dispelled his overly large dragon form and returned to his human appearance. A glint of surprise appeared on his handsome face:

‘No… this doesn’t feel like a rogue cultivator from outside.’

This maneuver, though seemingly simple, was actually one of his killing moves.

If the opponent’s cultivation wasn’t deep enough to grasp the cause and effect, they’d be bitten and crippled.

Yet Lü Yang dodged it with ease.

At this realization, Tian Qiu secretly became wary.

‘Who exactly is this man?’

While Tian Qiu was full of suspicion and turning over thoughts, Lü Yang, on the other hand, let out a quiet breath, a hint of relaxation appearing in his eyes.

‘This Tian Qiu isn’t strong!’

After all, this was the remote overseas region—not comparable to the four great powers.

‘Indeed, coming overseas first was the right move. Rushing into the mainland would’ve been risky. You’ve got to squeeze the softest persimmon first.’

Compared to those in the mainland who had reached Foundation Establishment Perfection, Tian Qiu was clearly one of the weakest. In his past life, even with a Dao Court official position, he had been single-handedly killed by Suo Huan, who was also at Foundation Establishment Perfection. That proved his real skill was unimpressive—at best, comparable to a rogue cultivator by Ancestor Tingyou’s standards.

With that in mind, Lü Yang’s heart burned with eagerness.

‘One Foundation Establishment Perfection equals one Golden Attribute. If I devour it with the 【Book of a Hundred Lifetimes】, it becomes a golden talent! How many Perfected ones are out there?’

He was beginning to understand the thoughts of the True Lords.

So many ripe crops—too many well-grown leeks!

Unfortunately, all the True Lords were now hidden. No one to harvest the field…

He would have to do it himself!

‘The efficiency of rerolling talents with the 【Book of a Hundred Lifetimes】 is too low. Not guaranteed to yield results. But snatching Golden Attributes to refine talents—that’s much faster!’

And the True Dragon Clan would be his first!

“【Heaven-Bearing Net】!”

Lü Yang flicked his sleeve. Behind him, the halo of divine light expanded, revealing sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers—and all of it converged with a gesture from both hands.

“Boom!”

In an instant, thunderous booms echoed across several sea regions.

In this era when the True Lords were hidden, duels between those at Foundation Establishment Perfection were already considered peak battles—and instantly, they drew the attention of countless onlookers.

“Who is that?”

“An outerland cultivator… actually dueling the Dragon Palace’s Crown Prince?!”