Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1371 When you see me, retreat ten thousand miles!
That being said, the confusion only lasted for a brief moment.

Immediately afterward, Chu Sheng readjusted his mindset and then let out a long sigh: "Ascension to the Divine Realm... it seems that I can only put it on hold for now."

Have to admit.

With the mysterious disappearance of the part of the primordial spirit that Zu Long had enslaved, the plan to ascend to godhood had already failed in practice and had no hope of success.

This also means that his previous plan to use the River of Time to set a trap and kill that Xuande Daozu has no chance of being realized. The other party even guessed his idea in advance and turned the tables on him. What's most infuriating is that this was not because of his strength.

It's simply a matter of intelligence gaps.

Thinking of this, the First Saint was now certain that the Dao Ancestor Xuande must be a Reopener, otherwise he could not have so accurately grasped his vital point.

"We can't keep fighting like this."

Chu Sheng shook his head and analyzed his situation from a purely rational perspective: "As long as the other party can start over, I have no chance of winning."

I don’t even know how many more times the other party has come so far.

This has probably happened more than once.

After all, given his own setup, it was impossible to completely crack the system by restarting it only once. With this in mind, the First Saint had already made a plan.

'Let's back down for now.'

'Until you re-enter the [Grandmaster] realm, find the [Divine Decree Book], and review its records, any further action is meaningless.'

In a daze, Chu Sheng seemed to see his own predicament. He was now undoubtedly standing on the edge of a cliff. The more cunning and resourceful he was, the harder it would be for him to escape danger. It might even have the opposite effect, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff, where he could fall at any moment.

Fortunately, I still have the strength.

The sixth level of the Other Shore still surpasses all the Dao Lords, and is far superior to Xuande, who is not enough to overthrow him.

If that's the case, there's still hope.

With this thought in mind, the First Saint looked towards the heavens again, his gaze slightly narrowed, lingering on Lü Yang and the Great Dao Ring behind him that symbolized the essence of his transformation.

'This person's spirit and essence both harbor great hidden dangers.'

'This is a vicious cycle, neither increasing nor decreasing. While he won't die, he'll find it difficult to attain the Great Dao. To advance further, he must temporarily exit this state.'

This is the opportunity.

Once the opponent exits the immortal state after their essential transformation, and I seize the hidden danger in their primordial spirit, I can suppress them and even seal away their thoughts.

'Even if that supreme power is incredibly strong, it still requires consciousness to activate it. If consciousness is sealed, then even the strongest power is meaningless. At that point, I can slowly refine it and try to extract that supreme power. Until then, I must be patient.'

From beyond the nine heavens, a mystical sound drifted in:
"Uncle-Master, are you alright?"

The concerned voice carried a strange hint of mockery. The First Saint stopped pretending and turned to look at the Ancestral Dragon on the other side.

The next second, Zulong let out a miserable howl. A small piece of his primordial spirit was extracted by the First Saint, and he immediately started cursing.

"The First Saint."

Before he finished speaking, the First Saint waved his sleeve, isolating all sounds within the seal, and then returned to the Other Shore with the thoughts of the Ancestral Dragon.

Immediately afterwards, the [Other Shore] trembled violently. The already tiny figure of the First Saint seemed to be surrounded by an additional layer of hazy illusion, making him even more indistinct. He was difficult to detect from the outside world and difficult to touch the secrets of heaven. All his energy seemed to have retreated from the Sea of ​​Light of Darkness.

Such a change surprised all the Dao Lords.

"Is there such a thing?"

On the fourth level of the Other Shore, the Sword Master frowned and immediately pinched her jade fingers together. The radiance of Fate flowed between her palms and fingers, like rippling blue waves.

The river of destiny reveals the future.

However, this time, without exception, all the scenes of the future lacked the light and shadow of the First Saint, as if this person had never existed. "They have all been hidden away."

"To detach oneself from the present world and cease interfering is to in exchange for the obscuring of heavenly secrets and the concealment of the future."

Sword Lord seemed to understand something: "The First Saint... he seems to have exchanged blows with that Dao Ancestor from beyond the heavens, somewhere I couldn't see, and he lost."

Did the First Sage lose?

When Sword Master said these words, even she herself was somewhat incredulous. If she hadn't lost, why would the First Saint make such a concession?
He had no choice but to back down!

Aside from Xu Ming, Lü Yang was not surprised at all by the choice of the First Saint. The Sword Lord's thinking was still based on cultivation level, believing that the outcome of a battle depended solely on the realm of cultivation.

It can only be said that she has never used cheats, so she doesn't understand.

Those who have used cheat codes know that at this point, skill level is no longer important; the information each side possesses is the key to determining the outcome of this battle.

From this perspective, the initial sage's decision can be considered correct.

Blocking out one's vital energy and hiding away from the world highlights the idea that as long as I do nothing, I will never be wrong. This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that the fact that the First Saint did this shows that he had exhausted all his tricks and had been pushed to the limit, no longer as carefree as he was in his previous lives. The bad thing is that the fact that he was willing to go to such lengths shows that the First Saint truly regarded him as an opponent.

"That works out perfectly."

Lu Yang stroked his chin. He wasn't afraid of failure, nor was he afraid of what methods the First Saint would use. What he was afraid of was that the First Saint would engage in a mutual destruction with him, just like in his previous life.

This is why he changed his fighting style in this life.

Guiding the other shore to fall is pointless now; the First Saint has made too many preparations in this regard, and it is simply beyond my current ability to shake.

You can tell from his experiences in his previous life.

It's another case of "destiny changing," another fragment of "the other shore," and finally, the final calamity of the sea of ​​light appears. The First Saint actually has the ability to overturn the table.

'To deal with the nascent saint, one must first boil the frog in lukewarm water.'

"If you push him to the limit in one fell swoop, leaving him no way out, he'll only use the Light Sea's Final Calamity to choose mutual destruction, which would be pointless."

So take it slow.

They dismantled his cards bit by bit until he didn't even have the right to flip the table.

"The current situation is very good. The First Saint has gone into hiding and handed over the Sea of ​​Light to me. I can take this opportunity to try to improve my rank and realm."

However, Lü Yang understood that this was actually what the First Sage wanted to see. He was probably waiting for the moment when Lü Yang would break the [vicious cycle] in order to improve his rank. But everything has its gains and losses. To play against the First Sage and still want to gain something, this risk was already considered small.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze down again.

The primordial spirit's thoughts, and the clear light of heaven, instantly broke through the barrier of the sea of ​​light, falling into the underworld under the silent gaze of many Dao Lords, emitting a Dao sound as loud as thunder.

"Boom."

Immediately afterward, as the light of day fell, the Three Lives Stone, which had been occupied by the First Saint, reacted instantly, and the mysteries attached to it vanished in an instant.

As the daylight dawned, Lü Yang's figure appeared.

His appearance was solemn and dignified, with a halo slowly rotating behind his head, revealing a majestic heavenly palace with endless colors, and resounding Taoist sounds that proclaimed to all the heavens of the sea of ​​light.

"Fellow Taoist Taiyitian."

"From this day forward, whenever you see me, you must retreat ten thousand miles!"

(End of this chapter)