Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1389 Return to the Ancient Times
This sudden change was something even the First Saint hadn't anticipated.

Even the Sword Lord was stunned. Seeing his own status being suppressed to the extreme in the Underworld, his beautiful eyes suddenly revealed an indescribable rage.

"court death!"

The violent sword light suddenly slashed towards the Underworld, and at the same time, the River of Destiny appeared, with waves rising and falling, as if the scene of the Sword Lord escaping from the Underworld was about to emerge.

However, Dao Tianqi did not fight Sword Lord at all. His figure quickly disappeared behind the layers of death aura. In any case, the Underworld was not something Sword Lord could destroy alone. Under the suppression of the Underworld, it was not impossible for [Fate] to find a future for Sword Lord to escape, but it would undoubtedly take time.

But without the Sword Lord's protection.

Even if it only lasts for a very short period of time, leaving only Dao Lord Cang Hao to guard this false history is enough for cultivators to come and go dozens of times.

Cultivation practitioners have also realized this.

"Chance."

Swift as lightning, the flames of his primordial spirit illuminated time and space, tracing back cause and effect, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the border between the true and false histories of 129,600 years ago.

However, it was at this moment that the First Saint made a move.

"waste."

On the fifth level of the Other Shore, the number one person in the Sea of ​​Light had a cold expression. He then made a hand seal, and a bright light suddenly shone between his fingers.

[Definite number].

This great path, which was not particularly remarkable among the five great celestial paths, has grown stronger and stronger over the past 100,000 years since it was taken over by the First Sage. At this moment, it was suddenly summoned by the First Sage, manifesting its form and operating mysteriously. Finally, it transformed into a brush, wielding its wolf-hair brush and striking the sea of ​​light.

Thus, cause and effect suddenly broke apart.

As the stroke of the pen fell, an indescribable chasm suddenly appeared before Xiu Zhen's eyes, and a deadly crisis emanated from the pitch-black abyss.

'This is.'

The cultivator's pupils constricted sharply as he instantly deduced the cause and effect.

In short, long before this chaos, the web of cause and effect had already developed cracks due to the struggle between the Dao Lords, but now it has erupted all at once.

That's nonsense.

There are many cracks in the great web of cause and effect, so how could he not have calculated them? And since he has taken this path, it means that there is no problem with this path.

It's a predetermined number!

'The process isn't important, the result is. The Primordial Sage needed such a rift to stop me, and thus the Great Net of Cause and Effect responded to his need!'

The outcome is set, and the trend is irreversible.

Thinking of this, his cultivation spirit fluctuated violently, but he dared not approach the false history any further. Just then, a completely new thought emerged:

'Continue backtracking!'

His thoughts raced, and a plan suddenly came to mind:
'I was born from the collision of the consciousnesses of the World-Honored One and Du Xuan. My birth occurred before the World-Honored One attained enlightenment, and strictly speaking, there is also ancient karmic connection.'

'I can go to ancient times!'

'First, enter ancient times, then travel downstream from ancient times, bypassing this rift. We still have a chance to enter pseudo-history. That's it!'

In the blink of an eye, cultivation vanished once again.

Almost simultaneously, the First Saint also sensed it, his gaze shifting as he looked towards the ancient era along with the cultivator, his cold eyes showing no emotion.

"It's just a death throes."

But at this moment.

"Tap, tap, tap"

The heavy footsteps pounded on the great web of cause and effect, each sound like thunder, impacting the abyss created by the First Sage using [Destiny], stirring up chaos in time and the years.

In an instant, the Heavenly Abyss, which was originally enough to devour the cultivator's primordial spirit, became illusory, appearing and disappearing. One second it looked like it was about to devour people, and the next second it seemed as if it had never existed. The cultivator's actions were also divided into two completely different futures.

Which scene is real?

All cause and effect are not determined by the lower cultivation, but only by the outcome of the battle between the two Dao Lords. Whoever wins, that scene will become real!
"Boom!" Bright light of order rose and fell like the tide, and finally [Order] was defeated. The illusory abyss solidified completely and stood real on the great web of cause and effect.

Lü Yang lost.

In that brief clash, he intended to use [Delete] to counter the First Saint's [Destiny], but he was no match and had no choice but to retreat.

However, the victorious Chu Sheng showed no joy whatsoever.

Instead, the defeated Lü Yang chuckled softly: "After taking two more steps down, [Fate] is indeed not as powerful as before; I can even shake it now."

At this moment, all the Dao Lords' expressions changed slightly!

That's right. Although the initial saint won the battle in the end, the fact that someone could confront [Destiny] already revealed their true nature.

[Destiny] I am very weak right now!

At least compared to the unparalleled vastness that once dominated the sea of ​​light, the current [Destiny], while still terrifying, is merely very strong.

Not invincible!

Meanwhile, Chu Sheng watched Lü Yang's departing figure with suspicion, as the other party remained hidden within the Underworld, his mysterious aura not being revealed.

It's become weaker.

He wasn't surprised by the fall of [Destiny], as it was all within his control. What surprised him was Lü Yang, whose strength had also weakened.

Of course, it's not a change in the magnitude of power, but rather in endurance. Previously, when Lü Yang activated [Order], the light of order spread everywhere, and with the characteristics of [Dead Loop], unless he used a killing move, there was really no way to deal with him for a while. But this time is different.

The opponent collapsed almost immediately.

There was neither relentless pursuit nor any struggle; defeat was defeat. Because it was all too natural, it actually made the novice saint somewhat suspicious.

However, he quickly put aside his doubts for the time being.

Because cultivation has already traced back to ancient times, and then fallen into pseudo-history from another direction, the Sword Lord still hasn't escaped from the Underworld!
This time, however, the First Saint did not intend to stop him.

'I can't do all the work.'

He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly glancing at the Sword Lord deep within the Underworld.

Upon meeting his gaze, Sword Lord immediately realized that he could no longer use this opportunity to test the Initial Saint, otherwise he would surely make a mess of things. He then shook his head and sighed deeply.

Almost simultaneously, the Sword Lord's cold and beautiful face melted away like spring rain and ice, and his beautiful eyes suddenly revealed endless emotions, as dense as a net, captivating the heart. Under his influence, in the pseudo-history, the magic lord Wanfa, who was originally at the forefront, suddenly stopped!
The influence of "love affairs"!
In that instant, the Sword Lord used the [Love Threads] to extract a portion of his great power, and then used himself as a transfer station to empower Cang Hao!

Almost simultaneously, Cang Hao also heard the Sword Lord's telepathic message:

"Stop that primordial spirit!"

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Feeling the sudden surge of power within his body and the sudden drop in aura opposite him, a profound look flashed in Cang Hao's eyes, and then he decisively turned around.

In an instant, he flicked his sleeve, and countless books flew out, flipping through the pages with a rustling sound. One word after another appeared on the paper, transforming into a vast river of words that flowed upstream, once again blocking the path of cultivation from the ancient times from being exposed as pseudo-history.

This road is blocked!
Seeing this scene, the cultivator's thoughts suddenly turned to rage and helplessness, but he dared not force his way in, so he had no choice but to retreat back to the ancient times.

'Things are hopeless; let's go into hiding again.'

Upon realizing this, the cultivator's primordial spirit will once again vanish into nothingness.

However, how could the First Saint spare him?
"Boom!"

The Daoist voice resounded, and the blazing white light illuminated the universe, leaving cultivators nowhere to hide. They were terrified and couldn't think of any way to escape.

But it was precisely at this moment.

For no apparent reason, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

[Remove the remnants of celestial and human consciousness.]

[Ancient, complete remnants of celestial and human consciousness.]

(End of this chapter)