Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1245 Rebirth: Suffering!
Transforming the world is never a matter of a day or two.

If it weren't for the fact that cultivators and demons from Jiangxi and overseas had all switched to the Investiture of the Gods technique, these two places wouldn't have been able to achieve such a dramatic transformation. Lü Yang wouldn't be so naive.

'The switch to repair is just the beginning.'

'When cultivators switch to other cultivation paths, they merely carve out a territory from the Immortal Pivot; this level of control is actually similar to that of the original [Heavenly Dao].'

It only scratches the surface and doesn't penetrate every inch of the land.

Therefore, it needs to be sorted out.

Therefore, after withstanding divine punishment and establishing control over Jiangxi and overseas, Lü Yang did not rush for quick success but instead spent three years slowly sorting out these two regions.

The results were amazing.

Sitting upright on Mount Ling, Lü Yang's divine thoughts seemed to drift to an infinitely high and distant place, overlooking Jiangxi and overseas, his gaze filled with a transcendent and mysterious aura.

At this moment, he could see every inch of Jiangxi's land, the cities, the countryside, every cultivator, and even every mortal, from infants to the elderly. The thoughts of all living beings could not escape his perception, and seemed to have merged with him, yet in reality, they were clearly distinct.

To put it bluntly...

In that instant, he felt as if the entire province of Jiangxi and overseas were on his shoulders, and his heart held the whole world, which made him let out a long sigh of relief.

"call"

This breath, falling on Jiangxi and overseas, was like a strong wind, a surge of spiritual energy, and an unprecedented sense of "omnipotence" filled Lü Yang's heart.

Unbelievable.

The immense power emanating from the Celestial Pivot continuously elevated his status, while the constraints imposed by all living beings bound him tightly, preventing him from losing himself in the void.

awesome!
"If I were facing that divine punishment from three years ago again, I probably wouldn't need to use the 'Severing the Heavenly Connection' method as a roundabout way to confront it. I could simply meet it head-on and shatter it directly. And this is only in Jiangxi. If the other three regions were all under my control..."

The completion of the Golden Elixir is a foregone conclusion.

Before that, as long as he controlled one more place—Jiangdong, Jiangnan, or Jiangbei—he would dare to fight even the Great Sword Sect, which was known as a half-step Dao Lord!
'However, that Great Sword Master's mind is fickle.'

Lu Yang looked thoughtful. The strength of the Great Sword Sect was beyond doubt, but the problem was that no one knew what this pseudo-historian was really thinking.

".Um?"

Suddenly, Lü Yang frowned. At this moment, his perception of heaven and earth had reached its peak, and he was suddenly touched by something subtle.

'There's something.'

Foreign objects, completely different from pseudo-history, were brought in.

Jiangbei, [Kanyang Lake]

Chongguang gradually opened his eyes, his consciousness breaking free from the vast sea of ​​historical memories and forbidden knowledge, barely regaining his senses.

'I am'

In the instant he regained consciousness, Chongguang was stunned. Kanyang Lake, a region he had almost forgotten deep in his memory, was his birthplace.

'...A fairy spirit!?'

Yes, he turned back.

With a slight thought, Chongguang could clearly sense his own state. The magnificent energy of his five supernatural powers and the perfect foundation-building stage was bound within a stone.

This is who he is.

To be precise, in the pseudo-history, he existed hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, he had not yet been reincarnated and was only a stone embryo as a celestial spirit, not even fully formed, possessing only a little spirituality. However, with the arrival of his true self in the official history, everything was changed.

"Boom!"

The original stone embryo rapidly began to transform, the Xin metal energy dissipated, and in its place emerged the fully realized Chongguang form, possessing the five supernatural powers of [Covering Lamp Fire]. Official history and pseudo-history were completing their unification.

'The me of pseudo-history and the me of official history are actually the same person, like the inside and outside of a mirror. What changes is cause and effect, is memory, not the person.'

After a long while, Chongguang finally let out a deep breath.

He raised his head, excitement appearing in his eyes, but caution lingered even more: "The Dao Lord has made a move; have I become part of the Dao Lord's scheme?"

"Who is the Dao Lord who attacked me?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Just as Chongguang was pondering, suddenly, an unimaginable, overwhelming, and immense will descended and locked onto him.

"Um!?"

In an instant, Chongguang's pupils contracted sharply, but he quickly identified the other party in his memory: 'The Heavenly Emperor. The Heavenly Emperor, conscious and clear-headed, within the fabricated history!'

'not good.'

Chongguang immediately realized something was wrong. If it were someone else, perhaps the heavens wouldn't have noticed so quickly, but he was now a celestial being!
It was practically under the nose of the heavens.

The next second, Chongguang saw that the vast consciousness forcefully barged into his sea of ​​consciousness, and without even saying a word, it began to search his soul.

Even at this moment, he remained calm:
'There's no point in trying to escape.'

'This was destined. The Dao Lord chose me as a pawn because he valued my immortal lineage and calculated that I would be discovered as soon as I entered!'

Chongguang instantly realized his "usefulness".

'I am the messenger.'

'How could the Dao Lord be so kind? The forbidden knowledge and historical changes he poured into my sea of ​​consciousness weren't for my use at all, but rather a gift to the False History God!'

Even so, the sheer force of Heaven's methods still surprised Chongguang. How should I put it? He was a bit hesitant to act rashly, or more accurately, he felt like someone who had been bitten by a snake once and was now afraid of ropes for ten years. Before him, there was another immortal spirit, similar to himself, who had caused him to suffer a loss.
The soul search was soon over.

In the darkness, the magnificent will belonging to the Heavenly Emperor seemed to be deep in thought, and Chongguang looked at it with a hint of pity in his eyes.

'Although I'm sober now, I'm still stupid.'

The divine light was clearly perceived; this Heavenly Lord was thirsty for knowledge in his sea of ​​consciousness, not letting a single piece go untapped. However, all of this was given to him by the Dao Lord.

You dare to accept all of this? What's the difference between that and eating shit?
".court death!"

Chongguang was 100% certain that the knowledge the Dao Lord had sent into his sea of ​​consciousness must contain hidden methods, and whoever dared to accept it would fall into the trap!
Sure enough, not long after, the consciousness belonging to the Heavenly Emperor began to fluctuate violently. In the dim light, Chongguang seemed to hear a mournful roar, but it quickly returned to calm. After an unknown period of time, the magnificent consciousness finally fluctuated again and continued to look towards Chongguang.

Soon, light and shadow appeared.

Chongguang's eyes widened, but he only heard a melodious bell sound, as if it came from an infinite distance, which made his expression freeze on his face.

'Bitterness.'

He now knew who the master of the Dao was.

After all, among the four Dao Lords, this one had the most resounding reputation among the lower cultivators, known to everyone for his shameless style that made him famous throughout the Immortal Pivot.
The next second, "Heaven" finally spoke.

His voice mingled with the melodious tolling of bells, causing golden Buddhist light to scatter and manifest images of temples, monks, and sermons.

However, the world soon returned to tranquility.

All the myriad images and the thunderous sound of the Dharma teachings ultimately coalesced into a single sound:
"Alas!"

(End of this chapter)