Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1296 Kill!

The mind is in turmoil.

As the current leader of Guanghai, Lü Yang's senses were all too clear, and for a moment, an indescribable joy welled up in his heart.

This wasn't his emotion, it was Guanghai.

The vast sea of ​​light rejoiced at the return of the person before it, for through him, the Dharma body and Yin and Yang were completely restored, and the ten great paths of the sea of ​​light were finally perfected.

I have everything I need!
However, unusually, at this moment, the once-vanished Heavenly Palace, which had given birth to the twenty-four positions of Yin and Yang, has reappeared.

Along with them appeared the countless beings within the Heavenly Palace. Their previous disappearance seemed to be nothing more than a terrifying nightmare to them. Now that they have awakened from the dream, the world is still the same world, without any changes. Only the positions of the beings in the heavens have experienced some fluctuations.

Upon seeing this, Lü Yang's expression changed slightly.

Not only him, but everyone else saw this scene, and with the appearance of Tianfu, Si Chong's aura also slightly declined.

"madness."

Du Xuan's voice rang out first, booming: "It is but an illusion, and should go with the false history. Why must you insist on staying here, fellow Daoist?"

Si Chong's response was quite indifferent:
"I still have the energy to spare."

These five simple words seemed to carry the weight of the heavens, crushing Xu Ming and causing the Dao Lords to fall silent, simply watching that person in silence.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a tall hat and square shoes, dressed in a wide robe with flowing sleeves, and holding a ruler in his hand, walked out of the sea of ​​light. He was nine feet nine inches and nine centimeters tall, even taller than the first saint, reaching the ultimate level of ninety-nine. With every move he made, it seemed that he could even break through the illusory world.

"The spirit medium."

At that moment, the World-Honored One also looked over with hope, but soon his eyes changed slightly, revealing a look of disappointment.

Not the Dao Master.

Indeed, Si Chong, who had emerged from the false history at this moment, was very strong, extremely strong. A serene halo around the back of his head, like a calm lake, symbolized his perfect life.

However, he was still not the Dao Master.

Even though he has reached the Golden Core Perfection stage, Si Chong remains at this level. No matter how strong he becomes, even if he is the number one Golden Core Perfection expert in the world, he is still still at the Golden Core Perfection stage.

Has it failed?

In an instant, Lü Yang, who had also noticed Si Chong's cultivation level, frowned and felt a headache coming on. This was the best situation he could achieve.

Still not working?
With this thought in mind, he began to consider his tactics for the next life.

Destroy the Refining Realm beforehand? It's useless. At that time, the Initial Saint was at the peak of the Other Shore. He would never sit idly by and watch anyone destroy the Refining Realm.

If you want to destroy it, you can only do so when it ascends to the Divine Transformation stage.

However, judging from the methods used by the initial saint to summon the refining secret realm, he has made a lot of preparations in the secret realm. If he really makes a move, it will probably only alert the enemy.

How to do?
Is the only way to avoid summoning the Dao Lords to besiege the First Saint, thus keeping him unharmed and weakening his strength?
What a joke.

For a moment, Lü Yang felt that the First Saint's inferior strategy was so disgusting that it was infuriating. How could there be such a garbage setting where the less health a person had, the stronger their combat power?

To defeat the First Saint, one must not injure him; but without injuring the First Saint, it is impossible to defeat him. Therefore, the closer one gets to defeating the First Saint, the further one is from actually defeating him. This single-minded approach has now become a dead end, no wonder the First Saint treats it as a backup plan.

“Clang clang——!”

Just then, in the pitch-black, deep void, accompanied by the sharp sound of a sword, a beautiful figure reappeared—it was the Sword Lord who had just been thrown back.

"The spirit medium."

Her voice remained as clear and arrogant as ever, carrying an indifference that disregarded the world. Even after suffering such a humiliating defeat, she remained calm and composed.
"Are you planning another battle against the Ancestral Dragon?"

"This time, the outcome will probably be different."

The War of the Ancestral Dragon! It was the first and only time in history that the Dao Lords truly set aside all prejudices and cooperated with complete trust in each other.

With Si Chong leading the charge, Chu Sheng holding the rear, and the other Dao Lords providing support from the sides, they ultimately overthrew the superior and suppressed Zu Long, whose rank was equivalent to the first level of Dao Lords in the Other Shore. However, now, the situation seems to have reversed. Some things have not changed, while others have undergone earth-shattering changes.

Si Chong is still the same Si Chong.

But his opponent was no longer the Ancestral Dragon who had incurred the wrath of the masses, but the cunning and shrewd First Saint, and his comrades were no longer the same group of Dao Lords from back then.

First are Sword Lord and Cang Hao.

With Si Chong's escape, the Heavenly Dao also completely collapsed. Their countless years of planning came to naught. It's already a testament to Si Chong's strength that he didn't immediately turn against them.

But none of that really matters.

After all, they had parted ways with Si Chong back then, so he was not surprised, but looked at the other two Dao Lords with a touch of sadness.

"All laws are mysterious; is that what you all think?"

The calm voice, without causing a ripple, caused the two Dao Lords, both at the third level of foundation, to avoid looking at each other. Things had changed, and this time was indeed different.

The simplest, and most fundamental, question:
The First Saint has already regained his position as the Lord of the Dao, and they cannot allow themselves to fall behind. They are determined to enter the Sea of ​​Light and wreak havoc in order to restore their own status.

Would the spirit medium agree?

The answer was obvious, so they didn't even bother to ask, simply looking silently at Si Chong to express their attitude.

In addition, there is an even more important point: Si Chong has not broken through and taken the most crucial step. This makes the Dao Lords lose hope of victory. After all, the First Saint is not the Ancestral Dragon, nor is he a mysterious beast bestowed by heaven. He is a Dao Lord who is skilled in combat and is known as the number one in the Sea of ​​Light!
There's no way to win.

As is well known, the Dao Lords only stand with the victors; they help whoever wins and support whoever is more beneficial to them.

Seeing this, Si Chong shook his head helplessly.

"I understand."

There was no anger, no sadness, only the usual calm: "It seems that you fellow Daoists haven't read much these past few years and need to start learning again."

"You were like this 129,600 years ago."

"129,600 years from now, you will still be the same."

"Their status has improved, their cultivation has increased, but their essence has not changed at all. None of them have become anything worthwhile."

Rumble!
These few words, spoken lightly, carried unparalleled weight as they struck the void, shaking the universe and causing all the Dao Lords to become solemn.

Only the First Sage.

The strongest being of the Sea of ​​Light, who had once again become ethereal and seemed far away, was now looking at Si Chong with an amazed gaze.

"I am not alone in my path."

The low murmur drifted away on the other side, never reaching the present world, and thus no one heard this heartfelt exclamation.

At the same time, Si Chong also moved.

With one step, his figure instantly swelled, his indescribable, vast blood energy surpassing all Dao Lords' imaginations, like a burning wildfire.

It actually ignited the illusory darkness!
Within that ball of fire, a domineering fist thrust out, unleashing all the resentment and rage accumulated over 129,000 years.

If we don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much; only—

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)