Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 370: Who Can Kill Me?

In the Southern Frontier, beneath layers of clouds.

Within the military camp, [King of the South Suppression] Wu Taiʼan closed his eyes, recalling the last scene he had witnessed: ”Did the Myriad Poisons Sect have some mysterious treasure emerge?”

At this thought, he couldnʼt help but consider using his innate blue eyes to observe carefully. However, after some contemplation, he abandoned this tempting idea—not because he couldnʼt see through the Myriad Poisons Sectʼs protective formation, but because it was difficult to do so without alerting those within the formation.

”Forget it.”

Wu Taiʼan quickly gathered his thoughts. If this were within the Dao Courtʼs territory, his domineering nature would have led him to satisfy his curiosity without hesitation.

However, this was the Southern Frontier.

The Myriad Poisons Sect was not a concern, but Lu Yang was, after all, a True Person of the Sword Pavilion and a disciple of that Daoist Dangmo. There was no need to create complications over such a trivial matter.

After all, he had more important matters in the Southern Frontier.

In the next moment, Wu Taiʼan turned and walked back into his military tent, dismissed his attendants, and then took out an ancient and square prayer wheel from his bosom.

”Click-clack.”

Wu Taiʼan channeled his spiritual power, slowly turning the prayer wheel. Though it appeared to be an ordinary object, it inexplicably required a tremendous amount of his spiritual power.

As the prayer wheel turned, each rotation emitted a strand of Buddhist light. Initially, it was just a spark, but it quickly transformed into a bright flame. Within the firelight, the image of a monk gradually emerged, hands clasped together in a smile, making eye contact with him.

”Amitabha, Benefactor Wu is finally willing to see me.”

The monk smiled slightly, exuding a strange aura. He appeared dignified and composed, yet his demeanor was inexplicably somewhat timid.

These two conflicting styles were perfectly integrated within him.

”Guang Ming.”

Wu Taiʼanʼs expression remained calm: ”Initially, you were just an ordinary novice disciple of the Pure Land, not even a True Person, yet overnight, your personality changed drastically.”

”That day, the [True Lord of Morning Truth and Great Void] initiated a grand era.”

”All the Bodhisattvas went into hiding, but a single Dharma image fell from the [Heaven of Freedom] to the human world, landing precisely on you, making you the Buddhaʼs child.”

Wu Taiʼan directly recounted the process of Guang Ming becoming the Buddhaʼs child, clearly having investigated it numerous times. Yet, no matter how many times he reviewed the story, it always seemed absurd. Did they truly believe that blessings would fall from the sky? That such a coincidence would happen to him? Were all the Arhats dead?

Therefore, now, he had only one question in his heart:

”May I ask if it was the Venerable in person?”

Wu Taiʼan bowed deeply. All the True Lords had gone into hiding; who could be the exception? Naturally, it was the Nascent Soul Dao Lord! Moreover, the World-Honored One of the Pure Land had a precedent!

However, in response to Wu Taiʼanʼs inquiry, Guang Ming merely smiled.

He recalled the experience of that day. When the Dharma image descended, he had fled everywhere, but in the end, he ran directly into it.

The subsequent feeling was something he still couldnʼt accurately describe. It wasnʼt that he hadnʼt been possessed by an Arhat before—that was a privilege of the Pure Landʼs higher-ups—but such possessions were very clear, and as the original owner of the body, he felt them deeply, instinctively generating a sense of rejection.

But that time was different.

That time, when the Dharma image merged with him, he felt no rejection, only saying: ”Ah! I didnʼt expect that I am actually the incarnation of the World-Honored One!”

And then, nothing more.

His consciousness didnʼt change, his memories didnʼt change, and his personality didnʼt change. Therefore, in response to Wu Taiʼanʼs inquiry, he could only smile.

Because he didnʼt know either.

ʼAm I Guang Ming? Or am I the World-Honored One?ʼ

These questions didnʼt matter. What mattered was that now, the [Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] had already descended upon him, giving him an innate mission.

”Amitabha, Benefactor Wu, you are attached to appearances.”

Guang Ming smiled and looked down at Wu Taiʼan: ”You took my prayer wheel because of our karmic connection. Now that I have descended, there should be four disciples accompanying me westward to seek the golden truth.”

”These four disciples each have their own origins.”

”The [Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] has already determined the karmic connections: one person each from Jiangdong, Jiangbei, Jiangnan, and overseas, all can attain the supreme Bodhi fruit.”

”You are one of them.”

Guang Mingʼs words caused Wu Taiʼanʼs body to tremble slightly. With his cultivation, he couldnʼt control his physical body, showing the intensity of his emotional fluctuation.

ʼThe World-Honored One... it truly is the World-Honored One in person! The [Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] is exactly the same as the [Great Compassionate Mandala World View] of the past! This clearly indicates that the World-Honored One has established karmic connections and invited me to be his disciple. As long as I accept this fate, he promises me a supreme golden position in the future!ʼ

”Disciple pays respects to Master!”

Even though the Guang Ming before him was not even a fraction of his age, Wu Taiʼan didnʼt hesitate at all. He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed three times with loud thuds.

In the Dao Court, such occurrences were already commonplace.

At the same time, his heart was filled with boundless confidence. The World-Honored One personally promised him! Granted him a golden position! This time, his quest for gold was undoubtedly a sure victory!

”Good.”

Seeing Wu Taiʼan decisively kowtow, Guang Ming smiled and nodded, then slightly tilted his ear, as if listening to something, before speaking again:

”Indeed, it is the destined karmic connection.”

”Thereʼs no better time than the present. Today, besides Benefactor Wu, there is another benefactor who also has a master-disciple connection with this humble monk. Itʼs just right to meet together.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Taiʼan immediately frowned.

ʼAnother person? Who?ʼ

As a cultivator of the Dao Court, palace intrigue was already ingrained in Wu Taiʼanʼs bones. Before Guang Mingʼs words had even faded, he instinctively felt a sense of hostility.

ʼCould it be...ʼ

Wu Taiʼan pondered. The World-Honored One wouldnʼt choose a rogue cultivator as a disciple; if he were to choose, it would certainly be from the four major forces. Besides him, who else was there in the Southern Frontier?

ʼ...That Sword Pavilion True Person?ʼ

This speculation became more certain when Guang Ming looked towards the direction of the Myriad Poisons Sect. But Wu Taiʼan just couldnʼt understand: what qualifications did that Sword Pavilion True Person have?

Not even at the peak of Foundation Establishment!

Why did the World-Honored One favor him?

”Hiss!”

For some reason, even though he had just slain Long Yue and should have been in high spirits, Lu Yang suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

ʼWhatʼs going on?ʼ

Lu Yang looked up, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, along with a sense of urgency: ʼThe longer the night, the more dreams. Itʼs better to finish things quickly and settle my true body.ʼ

At this thought, Lu Yang immediately formed the [Commanding Mountain Moving True Method] seal.

With the support of this technique, the mountain gate of the Myriad Poisons Sect suddenly cracked open, revealing the interior of the mountain—a natural karst cave came into view.

Inside the cave was a liquid pool.

The intense moonlight fell into the pool. Although Lu Yang had already emptied the previously accumulated imperial nectar, it was only a matter of time before it accumulated again.

In the next moment, Lu Yangʼs consciousness returned to his true body. He strode into the pool, and instantly, an unprecedented feeling of harmony with heaven and earth surged in his heart, as if a baby returning to the womb. In his ears, melodious murmurs sounded, as if explaining the great Dao of heaven and earth to him.

”Good... good!”

Lu Yangʼs face showed joy: ”As long as I stay in this Moon Worship Pool, the nurturing time for the celestial spirit is not a problem at all. At most thirty years, and I will reach perfection!”

Foundation Establishment perfection—the highest level below True Person.

By then, who could kill him!?

At this thought, Lu Yang suddenly felt a bit sleepy.

Since he had been able to replace sleep with meditation, Lu Yang had never slept again. In his nine lifetimes of cultivation, this was the first time he felt drowsy.

Perhaps he should sleep for a while?

Anyway, there was no rush. With his avatar keeping watch outside, he could completely take a nap. When he woke up, heaven and earth would naturally have arranged everything.

”...Hmm?”

Boom!!!

Like a thunderclap, Lu Yangʼs thoughts forcibly surged amidst his drowsiness. His closing eyelids were abruptly forced open a crack from the darkness.

ʼSomethingʼs wrong! Something is wrong!ʼ

ʼBut... since when did it start going wrong?ʼ

Why hadnʼt he noticed?

In an instant, chaotic thoughts continuously surfaced and shattered in Lu Yangʼs mind, finally transforming into a clear and definite command:

ʼ[Tribulation Wave]!ʼ

Save me!