Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1392: Heaven and Earth

Amidst the chaos, Lü Yang paced back and forth.

"Although it was a great success, I'm afraid we can't hide it from the First Saint for too long. That old man is too suspicious, and Dao Tianqi can't keep pretending to be me forever."

Therefore, time is limited.

Let me first see what's inside this so-called eighth secret realm, the secret realm that the Nascent Soul Transcendent [Jun] left specifically for the Dao Lord.

Lu Yang walked step by step, the halo of the Great Dao behind his head slowly rotating. The light of order sustained his figure, but also made him feel a strong sense of rejection from history and cause and effect—after all, he was not taking the orthodox path this time, but rather taking a shortcut and sneaking in.

Fortunately, it happened at that moment.

On the panel of the [Hundred Lifetimes Book] beside him, the only talent [Transformation God Successor] suddenly shone brightly, dispelling the indescribable sense of rejection.

Soon, a new vision emerged from the chaos.

It was a wreckage.

The dilapidated sacred mountain, like an isolated island, hangs suspended on a chaotic sea, its dark depths seemingly containing countless fragmented scenes of apocalypse.

They were like ferocious beasts baring their fangs and claws, wanting to approach the isolated island, but were repelled by the mysterious power on the island and could never truly get close. The two sides engaged in an endless tug-of-war centered on the island, and time was the most meaningless thing at this moment.

"This is."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes, and the Great Dao halo behind his head spun more and more violently. The light of order no longer radiated outwards, but condensed into a point and gathered between his eyebrows.

[Order] defines the wonders of all things.

Under its radiance, all the mysteries and secrets that Lü Yang's level of cultivation could reach would be digitized and analyzed to extract corresponding information.

However, at this moment, it malfunctioned.

【。 ？ ？】

Every scene that Lü Yang saw, from the dilapidated sacred mountain to the apocalyptic landscape and the chaotic sea, was filled with a multitude of questions.

"It shouldn't be like that."

Lu Yang frowned. Regardless of the mysteries of this place, he knew that it was the eighth secret realm from ancient times, a rift in history.

This is undeniably true, since that's how he obtained it. Given this, this intelligence should be presented from a data-driven perspective, but what I actually see are all question marks. Even though I know this intelligence, I can't seem to analyze it.

"Unnameable, unspeakable, unthinkable, unknowable"

Lü Yang seemed to understand something, and finally walked into the dilapidated sacred mountain. The mysterious power that had blocked many apocalyptic scenes did not manifest itself to stop him this time.

In an instant, the fleeting light vanished.

When he came to his senses, the illusion of cause and effect had completely disappeared, and Lü Yang landed steadily in front of an abandoned temple within the dilapidated sacred mountain.

"Ok?"

Lu Yang looked up and around, a look of surprise suddenly appearing in his eyes: "This isn't a scene of cause and effect, it's a real sight? Impossible, I haven't returned to the present world yet."

This time, Lü Yang was truly shocked.

In the past, whether it was him, the World Honored One, or the First Sage, their so-called retracing of history was essentially not about returning to that point in time.

All they did was examine the causes and effects left from that period, look through the traces of history left in Guanghai, and then indirectly change history by modifying these traces. No one has ever truly reversed time or stood firmly on the land of the past.

At first glance, this seems harmless.

Ultimately, in conclusion, one can still change the past at will, so whether or not one can truly step into the past seems unimportant.

However, the higher Lü Yang's cultivation level, the clearer he became.

This is not without difference.

On the contrary, whether one can truly step into the past, rather than merely linger within the web of cause and effect, is, in a sense, a qualitative difference. Just like the present moment.

Lu Yang suddenly turned around, stood on the dilapidated divine mountain, his gaze lowered, and the Dharma Eye formed by the convergence of the light of order looked out into the far distance of the Chaos Sea.

In a daze, he seemed to see a vibrant sea of ​​light where all things competed for life, Dao Lords who were still at the Golden Core stage exchanging ideas with each other, countless cultivators driving the universe, and a golden age of vigor. All the lights and shadows exuded a strong sense of reality.

Ancient times!

"At this very moment, I am in ancient times, not in a fictional scene of cause and effect, but in the real ancient times. I have actually traveled back to this era."

Lü Yang couldn't help but hold his breath.

He almost instinctively reached out towards the ancient sea of ​​light, but then quickly withdrew his hand as if burned, sensing a strong sense of crisis.

"I can't go."

Just as he reached out and touched the ancient sea of ​​light, his sense of crisis swelled to its extreme, as if he would be instantly annihilated if he took another step.

Only here.

The eighth secret realm, perched high above the remnants of celestial consciousness, seems to be the only place where one can escape everything and exist in this time with absolute certainty.

Lü Yang finally realized what was going on.

"It's not that I have great abilities, but rather that the nature of this place is too special."

It is real.

Whether in the past, present, or future, it is absolutely real, and it is this characteristic that makes it completely independent of time.

So even though he came through causal historical regression, he ultimately reversed time and arrived in ancient times. Therefore, he can only move within this eighth secret realm, because strictly speaking, the [illusory] person at this moment is him; he is an extraterrestrial visitor who is completely different from the current history.

"Incredible."

Lü Yang sighed softly, "Seeking truth to such an extent that it can no longer be described as a True Person or a True Lord. Is this the cultivation of the ancient times?"

He could see that this place had no connection whatsoever with the [Status], and its existence depended entirely on that lofty essence of [Absolute Truth].

Soon, Lü Yang recalled those words that had resounded throughout Guanghai.

Before my transcendence, I shattered my soul and consciousness, leaving behind a remnant of celestial consciousness to preserve a glimmer of life in the Sea of ​​Light. I left my true spirit there; those who aspire to transcendence may come.

The so-called "remnant consciousness of heaven and man" refers to the soul and spirit within the sea of ​​consciousness of a transformed deity.

The so-called Eighth Secret Realm is the true spirit of the God-Transformation Realm.

"No wonder it's called 'Remnant Consciousness of a Celestial Being.' The Celestial Being refers to that Nascent Soul cultivator. His remnant consciousness and soul were shattered into seven pieces. How could it not be remnant?"

As for the eighth secret realm.

"True spirits are a collection of memories, so this region gathers the memories of that Nascent Soul cultivator. Does that mean this place is Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

"Ancient times?"

Lu Yang's eyes suddenly lit up. He was at the Nascent Soul stage [Even], and was suspected to be the last one to emerge from the ancient era. His memories must be full of secrets from the ancient times.

And because of the absolute reality of this place.
In an instant, a guess arose in Lü Yang's mind that even he found hard to believe.

And the next second, this guess came true.

"who?"

Within the dilapidated temple of the sacred mountain, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching Lü Yang's direction while shouting sternly:
"He who comes is stopped!"

(End of this chapter)