Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 415: White Chi’s Golden Nature, the Buddha Child Descends Once More!

Suo Huan left absent-mindedly.

Lu Yang did not mind. He knew this Daoist friend of past and present lives needed some time to recover, so he simply continued his seclusion and took out a glazed bottle.

【White Chi’s Golden Nature】!

From this journey to the Dragon Palace, Lu Yang had truly gained abundantly. Just the 【Xuandu Blessed Land】 alone had elevated his combat strength by an entire tier.

With a thought, the 【Book of a Hundred Lives】 appeared.

He swallowed it in one gulp.

【Calculating the experiences of “White Chi.”】

【You are the Dragon Monarch’s eldest son, his painstaking creation. Not born of yin and yang union, but given life through a drop of the Dragon Monarch’s heart blood.】

Dense lines of text emerged.

Undeniably, though both were sons of the Dragon Monarch, White Chi was far stronger than Heavenly Jiao, perhaps because his origin was even more profound.

‘Strictly speaking, White Chi was not truly the Dragon Monarch’s son, but rather a kind of incarnation of the Dragon Monarch, who developed self-awareness and an independent soul. Thus his bloodline was infinitely close to the Dragon Monarch’s, far surpassing Heavenly Jiao’s. His strength in Foundation Establishment Perfection was at the very peak!’

But alas, Heaven envied the talented.

‘The Four Great Powers cast their lines overseas. White Chi had no escape and could only obediently walk onto the dining table for one desperate struggle. Yet in the end, he still could not break free from fate.’

The Dragon Monarch’s eldest son was torn apart and devoured.

‘...Hm.’

Lu Yang’s gaze flickered slightly. White Chi’s talent far exceeded Heavenly Jiao’s, and so the Four Great Powers dispatched even stronger True Lords to devour him.

‘In the last life, the strongest to attack Heavenly Jiao was only a mid-stage Golden Core. 【Ang Xiao】, though late Golden Core, was bound to the Underworld and did not act personally, which was why the Dragon Monarch still had the power to fight. Yet in White Chi’s case, the Dragon Monarch did not even dare to move.’

He could only watch White Chi being devoured.

Why?

From the memories settled by the 【Book of a Hundred Lives】, Lu Yang found the answer:

‘Because at that time... a late-stage Golden Core True Lord personally descended!’

‘A True Lord from the Sword Pavilion!’

“Its name was, 【True Lord of Sword-Manifesting Preaching】!”

This True Lord was unlike 【Ang Xiao】, who was confined in the Underworld. He could strike without restraint, and the Dragon Monarch dared not face him head-on.

Otherwise, if the other swung his sword, the Dragon Monarch might truly die!

As Lu Yang engraved the title of this Sword Pavilion True Lord deep into memory, the 【Book of a Hundred Lives】 finally burst forth with radiant golden light.

【You have obtained Golden Talent: Dragon-Flaying Platform!】

【Dragon-Flaying Platform: This talent was irrigated with blood and hatred, recreating the scene of White Chi’s devouring. You may designate the fate and destiny of a single person.】

While Lu Yang was in seclusion, Suo Huan stood outside the cave dwelling, no longer able to conceal the furious despair in his heart. His face twisted slightly.

‘This damned place, damned place—’

Who was scheming against him?

‘If there is a hidden hand behind the 【Lingxu Blessed Land】, then what about my 《Dao Scripture of Myriad Spirits Returning to the Ruins》? Did I truly escape from the 【Huanzhu Realm】 back then?’

Or was he still inside the 【Huanzhu Realm】?

Still seated at that banquet table, being devoured by True Lords?

“...Bastard!”

Suo Huan clenched his teeth, unwilling to face reality, yet unable to deny it. His chest felt as if flames would burn through his lungs.

And at that moment—

“Daoist friend, why be so distressed?”

Suo Huan looked up. A relaxed and handsome Daoist walked toward him. Suo Huan did not recognize the man, nor could he calculate his karmic ties.

“May I ask who Daoist friend is?”

“Inferior self, Nameless.”

Ancestor Tingyou shook his head. In this heaven and earth, he still had some reputation. But after the baptism of the 【Book of a Hundred Lives】, he bore no cause nor effect, and none could see through him. Yet if he proclaimed his name, that would be another matter, and it might bring Lu Yang unnecessary trouble.

“I greet Daoist Friend Nameless.” Suo Huan clasped his hands.

Though grief and anger churned within, he forcefully suppressed it. After all, he had endured like this for centuries—he was already used to it.

“Daoist friend is courteous.”

Ancestor Tingyou returned the salute, then patted Suo Huan’s shoulder and said softly: “Actually, Daoist friend need not agonize so much.”

“When the sky falls, someone taller will bear it.”

“Even if you do nothing, someone will handle it for you.”

Suo Huan froze at these words, then his eyes lit up. Yes! If Lu Yang had no intention of helping him, why pierce his illusions at all?

But soon he revealed worry again.

“Though that is true, I have yet to render any merit, it is hard to accept undeserved grace...”

As the saying went, “No merit, no reward.”

In this cursed place, the free gifts were the costliest. Compared to Lu Yang’s generosity, what was earned through effort was what reassured Suo Huan.

Moreover, if he could achieve merit, perhaps Lu Yang would guide him with greater care.

Now, Suo Huan had only one thought: He desperately wanted to improve!

Ancestor Tingyou smiled faintly. He took out a talisman from his robe and tossed it to Suo Huan. “Take it, this is for you.”

“Hmm?”

Suo Huan caught the talisman.

In the next instant, an overwhelming surge of incense Qi spread out from it. Looking back, he saw a flag-banner blotting out the sky.

Beneath the banner, countless visions appeared: bustling crowds, cities large and small, endless mortals. From each mortal rose threads of thought, gathering like sands into a tower, finally converging upon Suo Huan, pushing his Qi to break past its limits!

Foundation Establishment Perfection!

At the same time, Ancestor Tingyou also broke through to Foundation Establishment Perfection under the incense’s blessing. His gaze then turned toward the distant sea.

“Since Daoist friend wishes to listen, why hide so far away to eavesdrop?”

“Why not come closer, and listen openly?”

Ancestor Tingyou’s voice rode the tides, slicing across the waves. Soon, at the far edge of the sea’s horizon, a figure emerged.

The man wore monk’s robes, flapping in the wind. He looked unremarkable, like a young novice monk from Jiangxi Pure Land. Yet behind him loomed a colossal golden Buddha, astride a six-tusked white elephant, holding a white lotus in its trunk, seated with a Demon-Subduing Seal!

“What person!?”

Suo Huan’s expression changed instantly. The man had approached so close, yet Suo Huan’s divine sense had not detected him at all!

To survive overseas all these years, his greatest skill was vigilance through divine sense.

Even the stir of grass or wind could alert him beforehand.

Even if a Foundation Perfection cultivator approached, he would never be entirely unaware. Yet this man appeared without any prior sign!

But then Suo Huan realized.

For in the present world, who did not know that the Pure Land’s World-Honored One had birthed yet another Buddha Child to wreak havoc? Who dared not remember a Buddha Child’s Dharma Aspect?

Thus, even in the desolate overseas, where information was scarce, it was hard not to recognize him. Even if one did not know the man, one would know the Dharma Aspect.

‘【Manifestation of Victory-Intention, Supreme Mandala’s Worldly Aspect】...’

The Buddha Child—Guang Ming!