Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1273 Primordial Spirit Sacrifice to the Sword, Slaying the Dao and Destroying Heaven!
Amidst the torrent of cause and effect, Lü Yang stood with his hands behind his back.

What he just saw was the original first history, but after the first history became a pseudo-history, the cause and effect within it had long been altered and buried by time.

However, things will be very different in the future.

Because he saw it.

With his divine insight, he could see that even if these were things from the past that had long since vanished, as long as he saw them, then his existence was already established in history.

What he said to the First Emperor back then will now be naturally "remembered" by the First Emperor. As the pseudo-history and the official history reinterpret each other, this cause and effect will be brought back to the present world by him. Although the course of history has long been different, this story should not be buried.

I will not comment on right or wrong, merit or demerit.

Lu Yang slowly spoke: "Some people like this matter, while others hate it. After all, it is undeniable that you, fellow Daoist, have killed many people in the world and made quite a few enemies."

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In the torrent of cause and effect, the fish symbolizing the Great Sword Sect leaped out of the water, manifesting light and shadow. The Great Sword Sect emerged from it, looking around with some melancholy.

This is the outside world.

"So that's how it is. I actually made such a decision back then. No wonder I always felt that my cultivation of the Dao was higher than I remembered."

The Great Sword Sect sighed softly.

Zu Long did not lie to him. The story of Jiazi's demon-slaying was long gone, and even he himself did not remember it, let alone know about his struggles back then.

"The moment you were at your strongest, Fellow Daoist, was the moment you committed suicide. You defeated the Ancestral Dragon and yourself, and only then did you finally unleash that sword. Your Dao heart was thus further advanced. Although what followed became a false history and everything became a bubble, your heart will not be changed by external things."

The Great Sword Sect nodded slightly:
"Been taught a lesson."

His tone was very calm, even somewhat relieved. This attitude made Lü Yang raise an eyebrow and turn to look at the Great Sword Sect again.

"Fellow Daoist."

Before Lü Yang could speak, the Great Sword Sect spoke first:
"My journey has come to an end."

"Born with three spirits, my path to the primordial spirit was already sealed off. Otherwise, at the moment of my suicide, my Dao heart should have transformed into the primordial spirit."

“Even if history were to return to its proper order, I would still be stuck in this limbo.” At this point, the Great Sword Sect member gave a self-deprecating laugh: “On the contrary, you, fellow Daoist, have accomplished an unprecedented feat. If you had been here back then, I might not have had to take that step.”

He saw it too.

Although the fabricated history spanned over 100,000 years and was reduced to a mere instant, he had truly experienced it all and witnessed the present world under the rule of the Investiture of the Gods.

He really liked that history.

"Let bygones be bygones."

"We should focus on the present." As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Sword Sect's gaze suddenly sharpened: "The Dao Lord is about to arrive. Are you ready, fellow Daoist?"

Lü Yang nodded slightly: "We'll deal with whatever comes our way, like soldiers coming and water coming."

Upon hearing this, the Great Sword Sect member shook his head:

"not enough!"

"Fellow Daoist created the Conferred Gods Method, with the help of all living beings, and severed the connection between heaven and earth. This weakened the Dao Lord and enhanced himself. He has almost reached the ultimate."

"However, if I may be frank," the Great Sword Sect's tone suddenly turned somber, "Your cultivation is sufficient, but your combat skills are still somewhat lacking. I am not familiar with the other Dao Lords, so I will leave them aside for now. At least if the Sword Sovereign were to descend to the mortal realm, with your current strength, you would absolutely not be her match."

Lü Yang was not surprised to hear this.

After all, he had already made a judgment when he fought with the World Honored One before, so after listening, he calmly cupped his hands and said, "Please give me your guidance, fellow Daoist."

"Don't take advice seriously."

The Great Sword Sect Master sighed softly, "In my life, I have achieved little, merely serving as a weapon in the hands of others. Fortunately, as a weapon, I am quite adept at using it." "Now, I am willing to serve you, fellow Daoist."

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the Great Sword Sect dimmed again, while in the present world, the gate of the Sword Pavilion shook violently at this moment, and the sound of swords rang out.

The next second, the gate of the Sword Pavilion rose from the ground, the Extreme Sky Cliff transformed into a sword blade, tore apart the Immortal Pivot, and plunged into the torrent of cause and effect, unleashing an overwhelming sword light. The figure of the Great Sword Sect gradually merged into it, as if it had been smashed and reforged into this supreme magic sword.

"I combine the three spirits into one, temporarily manifest my primordial spirit, and then use it to consecrate the sword."

The Great Sword Sect's voice grew increasingly ethereal and indifferent: "Fellow Daoist, with your sword, you should be able to fight against the Sword Lord. Consider this my contribution to you."

Seeing this, Lü Yang lowered his eyelids:
"Fellow Daoist, you are already a dead man, why go to such lengths?"

The Great Sword Sect's response was tinged with a smile:

"As it should be."

Back then, I lacked the ability, so I could only choose the worst option. Now that my primordial spirit has advanced further, I have a middle option to choose from, which is extremely fortunate.

“I am very happy with the world under your rule, fellow Daoist. I do not ask it to last for thousands of years, but only that it survives to this day. So you should be happy for me, fellow Daoist. At least this time I do not need to slaughter my fellow Daoists. I can achieve my goal by killing just me. What is there to regret?”

"As for the legacy, I have already left it behind."

"The one who traveled with me has mastered three sword intents and has a better chance of mastering the primordial spirit and inheriting my legacy than I do. I am already satisfied."

at this point.

The voice of the Great Sword Sect grew softer and softer until it finally disappeared without a trace, while the sharp sword cry became increasingly resounding.

"Zheng——!"

In an instant, the sword's cry resounded with a torrent of cause and effect, exploding in the mortal world. The vast sword light spread like meteors across the sky, resembling the Milky Way falling from the heavens.

Its sound and breath penetrate directly into the void.

[The Other Shore], the Sword Lord on the fourth floor suddenly opened his eyes. His cold, beautiful eyes looked down at the sea of ​​light, and seemed to ripple with emotion.

"Sanhe, he died again after returning?"

"At the Jian Ge Mountain gate, the sword that was left behind has been taken away by him."

At this thought, a hint of genuine regret appeared in her clear, beautiful eyes: "Back then... I really should have killed them more thoroughly!"

At the same time, the Sea of ​​Light appears in the world.

Holding a radiant magic sword, Lü Yang emerged from the torrent of cause and effect. Looking up at the sky, a burning, setting sun came into view.

The fallen shore.

The ascension to godhood has failed. Before long, all the Dao Lords will fall back to the mortal world, and then the real test will begin.

Therefore, he needs to make final preparations.

With this thought in mind, Lü Yang gathered his thoughts and flicked his fingers, which landed on the magic sword in his hand, instantly stirring up thunderous sounds, as if echoing his own voice as the sword master.

"From now on, you shall be called Zhutian."

His palm and fingers traced the blade, and then, with a shimmering light, the magic sword was sheathed in Lü Yang's sleeve, its boundless sharpness suppressed and deeply accumulated.

Please wait a moment.

Today is your day to shine.

(End of this chapter)