Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1302 The True Battle of the Dao Lords!
The celestial music still echoes above the Other Shore.

This is the Dao's resonance, which is the result of countless temporal and spatial threads being plucked like the strings of a musical instrument, centered on the First Sage, chanting an endless symphony.

This is a predetermined fate.

This is [Time].

This is something that only a Nascent Soul cultivator who has reached the other shore can do, and it is completely different from the path of the Sorcerer. It has aroused the response of the mother body, Xu Ming!

Meanwhile, Lu Yang below was finally able to verify his previous guess: a newly awakened Saint at the peak of the Golden Core stage could already accomplish so many incredible things through [Time], so what kind of profound mysteries could a newly awakened Saint who had now advanced to the True Dao Lord stage display?
Now, the answer is right before our eyes.

After the intense glare came endless darkness, and the once vast and immeasurable void suddenly seemed to have an end.

A glow appeared at the edge.

Surrounded by light, like a surging river, it splits infinitely along its path, rushing from the distant past to the endless future, illustrating all changes.

Forever without end.

However, in the end, the halo returned to its source, where the past and the future converged, and all things were gathered into a ring.

This has nothing to do with spiritual level.

Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and Wan Fa—when they were in the Other Shore, even though they were higher than the current Initial Saints, they had never triggered such a phenomenon.

As a true Nascent Soul, Chu Sheng, like Si Chong, revealed his true Dao essence. Xu Ming sensed it and finally revealed his true appearance, which was a [ring], a cradle, a supreme power that is infinitely inclusive, immeasurable, and indescribable.

"I see."

Si Chong raised his eyes and sighed deeply: "That's why you call this the [Nascent Soul]. We are all just mortals, infants in this cradle."

That's why you call me a fake detached person.

Since I am still in the void, what is the meaning of the infant's transcendence? As long as I am still in this swaddling clothes, once the swaddling clothes are destroyed, the infant can only perish with them.

Therefore, it is false.

"."

Withdrawing his gaze, Si Chong's emotions quickly returned to calm. There is no right or wrong in the great path, only choices. Now that he had made his choice, there was no way he could regret it.

not to mention--

"I can also achieve the so-called 'true transcendence,' but it takes time. Although your progress is rapid, it is too harsh. I would rather die than do it."

Upon hearing this, the First Sage chuckled:
"The destruction of the ancient era gave birth to a Nascent Soul cultivator, the first transcendent being. Countless years later, didn't a golden age of cultivation still appear?"

"Wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life. What difference is there between the so-called masses of people and those at our level, and dreams and illusions? Cut off one batch, and another batch will come. In the end, we can never cut them all off. At worst, we can just start over with earth, water, wind, and fire, and wait for the next golden age to appear."

"Fellow Daoist, you are attached to appearances!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the magnificent ring immediately moved, encircling the edge of the void and radiating endless brilliant light inward.

It is precisely because their brilliance is so intense that the illusory realm within the [Ring] appears incredibly dim. Thus, the illusory realm is a deep and unfathomable darkness, and it is within this darkness that an invisible and enormous figure is being conceived, gradually taking shape.

"It's insane! It's insane!"

At this moment, the expressions of Sword Lord, Cang Hao, and the others, who were secretly observing the battle of the Dao Lords, changed drastically, and they quickly withdrew their thoughts from watching.

On the other side, the Buddha was also gritting his teeth:

"The Nascent Soul Dao Body, the First Saint is going to get serious. And that [ring], I've never seen the First Saint use it before. I'm afraid Xu Ming is not safe."

"Let's go back to Guanghai first!"

In a flash, Lü Yang also made a quick judgment, released the seal of the Conferred God Law, and then entered the Sea of ​​Light together with the World Honored One and Dao Tianqi.

Almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

An indescribable sound resounded in the void, piercing through the sea of ​​light and falling into the hearts of every living being; however, only the primordial spirit could see its image clearly.

It was a "rain".

From the ring that formed the illusion, the First Saint, with his own Nascent Soul essence, drew out a ray of heavenly light from the ring!
Immediately afterwards, the light fell, like raindrops falling into a calm lake, stirring up countless circular ripples that transformed into countless small rings, interlocking and surrounding the Primordial Saint. Like a mirror, they reflected countless Primordial Saints, then overlapped and converged together, finally forming a beam of light.

The body forged from light, with the light of the primordial spirit connecting to Xu Ming like an umbilical cord, though completely different in nature, is in no way inferior to the transcendent body of the spirit medium.

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

Then, a collision!
The True Nascent Soul, with Xu Ming as its mother body, is like a perpetual motion machine, with endless power and mystery crashing towards Si Chong like waves.

[Pretending to be detached] yet not yielding an inch.

Imagine yourself as a sea of ​​light, a reef in the waves, no matter how high or low the tide rises or falls, even the biggest waves will only turn into tiny fragments of water.

Thus, at that moment when eternity and instant meet, infinite images are first born in the collision, then shatter, and then repeat endlessly. Even if only a tiny aftershock falls from the "other shore" from this collision, it is enough to cause an immeasurable storm in the void.

Being in the midst of such a great storm.

Even if one cultivates a primordial spirit, it is nothing more than a lone boat in the vast ocean. Without the sea of ​​light as a foothold, even the strongest primordial spirit will be lost in the void!

"You bastard!"

At this moment, the Sword Lord and the others, who had been taking their time and thought they could wait for the outcome of the great battle, finally became anxious, as the shadow of death was closing in step by step.

"The First Saint... He's forcing us!"

Cang Hao's eyes were cold, yet helpless: "Either you risk everything to enter the Sea of ​​Light and repair the [Other Shore], or you will be lost in the Void!"

How domineering!

One wrong step leads to another, and now they have no choice but to side with Si Chong. Impossible, they cannot walk that path with Si Chong.

Seek refuge with Lü Yang?

The true nature of the Investiture of the Gods has been largely revealed. It is very powerful and has great potential. Given time, it may very well become the next [Other Shore].

That's right, given time.

What takes time to achieve can't compare to the rapid progress of "The Other Shore"? Not to mention that you might even be subject to the other party's control as a result.

So after only a brief hesitation, the three Dao Lords made their choice. Their primordial spirits burst forth and rushed toward the sea of ​​light. The First Saint seemed to have sensed their decision as well. With a soft laugh, the aftershocks from the Other Shore suddenly grew stronger.

"Boom!"

Under the deliberate manipulation of the First Sage, the sealing of the Conferred God Law was as fragile as paper and was immediately shattered by the aftershocks of the battle of the Dao Lords, leaving the gates wide open in an instant!

"Let's give it our all!"

Upon seeing this, Lü Yang immediately took a step forward.

To stop the three Dao Lords, he must first leave the Sea of ​​Light, risking being swept away by the great storm and losing his way in the Void, and fight them.

But if we don't stop it, the outcome will be no different from the previous life.

After all, if Sword Lord and the others repair the Other Shore, then the First Saint will inevitably rise in rank, climbing from the first level of the Other Shore to the second or even the third level!

What else to play?
After so many lifetimes, we've finally seen hope. No matter what, we must forge a new future. How can we allow the past to repeat itself?
But at this moment.

"Eh"

A sigh.

The voice, filled with helplessness and pity, drifted from the other shore, echoing through the mortal realm and suppressing the raging storm.

Then, a hand reached out from the other side.

The hand was incomplete, seemingly only a skeleton remained, with the remaining flesh being continuously dissolved and boiling Dao Lord's blood dripping down.

But he still went ahead without hesitation.

The vast five fingers slowly opened, as if holding a priceless treasure, gently protecting the sea of ​​light in their hands.

　Ten minutes to go, fifth update.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)