Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1294 Cultivation: Teacher, you've tricked me!
The light was clear and bright, and the purple mist was pervasive.

As Lü Yang found himself in the midst of it all, he felt as if all the magical power he had previously expended, the injuries he had sustained, and all the other losses had been left behind in his mangled body.

At this moment, he has returned to his peak!

This change was unexpected even to him; it was more like a response to the Great Dao, because it resonated with a certain image, which gave rise to this mysterious transformation.

Is it the "Heavenly Calendar" or something else?

Lu Yang was still pondering when he saw Chu Sheng looking at him with an unprecedented gaze, his eyes filled with a complex and varied range of emotions.

Then he spoke:

".【Transcendence】."

His tone was gloomy, carrying an indescribable emotion: "If I had to describe your path, it would be a heterodox path of transcendence."

"I never imagined that what the First Emperor of Heaven had failed to achieve in the end, despite using the Five Elements to conquer the Five Heavenly Numbers, has now been accomplished by you, Fellow Daoist. It's a pity that you don't control the Five Elements, so you lack a foundation and your cultivation is not high enough. Otherwise, you would have not only escaped with your life."

"Instead, it transcends directly."

At this point, the sage's tone suddenly held a hint of anticipation: "To transcend the sea of ​​light, to be no longer confined to the realm of illusion, and from then on attain great freedom and liberation."

The so-called "transcendence" is not the ultimate truth.

Rather, it refers to one's achievements and accomplishments.

Originating from a bygone ancient era, a monumental achievement of unparalleled grandeur, the sea of ​​light gave birth to corresponding imagery because of this achievement.

Because of this achievement, Guanghai is the number one "variable".

The next instant, Chu Sheng gathered all his thoughts, his gaze returned to its icy coldness, and the chilling killing intent in his eyes as he looked at Lü Yang was almost overflowing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the river of time.

In the present moment, Chu Sheng looked at the four people in front of him—Sword Lord, Cang Hao, Wan Fa, and Du Xuan—and suddenly took a step back, voluntarily withdrawing from the battle.

"Gentlemen, isn't that enough?"

His tone was calm, his voice low and deep: "In the end, you just wanted to test my strength. Did you really want to fight me to the death?"

"Do you want to do the work for the sake of the spirit medium?"

"Your life is your own, but the benefits come from those who control spirits. Why bother?"

"You've driven me this far, you've achieved your goal. If you go any further, I'll really fight to the death. Who among you wants to be taken away with me?"

"Why not take a step back for now, wait for Si Chong to come out and let him lead the charge, while you provide backup? Wouldn't that be better? We can reap the benefits without lifting a finger, wouldn't that be better?"

He spoke very frankly.

Upon hearing this, Jianjun and the others' eyes flickered slightly. They could guess what Chusheng was thinking: he wanted them to stop and free up their strength to deal with others.
Even so, without realizing it, Sword Lord and the others slowed down their movements, and Xuanmiao also restrained himself slightly. It wasn't that they didn't understand the First Sage's plan; everyone understood the reasoning. But as the saying goes, it's better to die for a friend than for yourself. If the First Sage really wanted to kill the Dao Lord, would there be no casualties?
Therefore, Sword Lord and the others also had their own plans.

Whether the First Saint wanted to spare the effort to deal with Lü Yang or the World Honored One, they would inevitably have to pay a heavy price. They could have waited until then to make their move.

The death of an outsider resulted in even more severe injuries for the First Saint.

Isn't it beautiful?

At the same time, Chu Sheng, sensing that Jian Jun and the others had indeed restrained their profoundness by a third, smiled coldly, knowing that his words had had an effect.

It's still an open conspiracy.

Everyone knows they are sowing discord, yet they still obediently allow themselves to be sown. This is the highest level of open strategy, leaving no room for resistance.

Moreover, strictly speaking, Jianjun and the others' judgment was not wrong. If he spared his strength to kill Lü Yang with all his might, he would inevitably be affected by Lü Yang's counterattack before his death. If Jianjun and the others pressed their advantage, he would have to pay a considerable price. However, he could afford to pay that price.

And he was willing to pay.

The next instant, the First Saint mobilized all the power that originally belonged to the present and cast it into the future, then looked at Lü Yang through his future self.

'Kill this person and seize the unorthodox path of [Transcendence]!'

If the newly rebuilt "Other Shore" can join this unorthodox path of "Transcendence," the chances of successfully ascending to godhood again in the future will undoubtedly increase significantly!
With this thought in mind, the First Sage made his move once more. Boundless power was channeled into his fingertips, converging into a bright beam of [Destiny] light, which irresistibly hurtled towards Lü Yang!

His actions were undeniably decisive.

However, all of this was a decision made only after witnessing firsthand the profound mystery of Lü Yang and understanding that his essence was to transcend unorthodox teachings.

But before him, others had already seen through this secret.

Based on this, the other party accurately calculated the reaction that the First Saint would have after discovering this secret, and made targeted arrangements in advance.

Therefore—the opportunity has passed.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the once stable river of time suddenly churned, and the three incarnations of the First Saint became blurred, their bright radiance dimmed as if interrupted.

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The First Saint remained silent, only a flash of anger appeared in his eyes, like ripples on a calm lake, before he stared intently beyond the River of Time.

"I'm coming too!"

In his trance, the Daoist Master of Cultivation laughed loudly, releasing his aura and power to his heart's content, feeling as if all the pent-up frustration of countless years had been swept away.

Is this what it feels like to have cultivated oneself?

Is this the perfection of the Golden Elixir?
readily!

Thinking of this, he even felt a little regretful. If the Other Shore hadn't collapsed, he might have been able to advance even further in his current state!

However, he quickly calmed down and looked at the scene before him. It was a fusion of light, a manifestation of [Time] in the void, like a seal, incredibly solid inside. Even the seven Dao Lords could not break it, and could only let the First Saint separate them.

However, there are also flaws.

The First Sage clearly did not anticipate the existence of the Dao Lord of Cultivation, so he concentrated all his mysteries inside the River of Time, leaving the outside completely undefended.

At least from the perspective of the Daoist Master of Cultivation.

The river of time before him was like a bubble; he didn't even need to reach out and poke it, just blow on it and it would burst.

So he did it.

After all, he didn't recognize what it was.

Based on his experience, he had not yet seen the Great Dao of the Initial Saint. Until this point, he still thought that it was Lü Yang, the World Honored One, and Dao Tianqi who were fighting against the Sword Lord and others.

Therefore, he was quite confident:

'The teacher must have known I could play a crucial role by sending me out at this time. How could I just stand by and watch? It's time to show my prowess!'

With this thought in mind, he made a ruthless move!
"boom!"

In an instant, the river of time shattered!

Immediately afterward, seeing the figures of the Dao Lords flying out from among them, the Dao Lords who were originally full of confidence and ready to join the battle suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Ok?
Something seems wrong!
Especially when they saw that Jianjun, Cang Hao and the others had flown out together with Lü Yang, and showed no intention of making a move, something seemed even more amiss.

What happened?
The next second, all the Dao Lords looked over, their expressions a mixture of surprise, confusion, relief, and shock, ultimately coalescing into the purest of emotions—

pity.

The Cultivation Master: "Huh?"

At this moment, the Daoist Master of Cultivation subconsciously retreated, wanting to go back, but a chilling gaze originating from the river of time locked onto him.

The Daoist Master of Cultivation finally realized what was happening, and his hair stood on end!
Oh no! The teacher tricked me!
At the same time, a cold voice drifted out from the river of time, tinged with a hint of realization: "Fellow Daoist Si Chong, you have indeed won this round!"

(End of this chapter)