Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1393 A Strange Encounter
Accompanying the rebuke was an immense and powerful force, unlike any other cultivation system in the Sea of ​​Light. Though its rank was not high, its essence was terrifyingly strong.

“Hehe.” Lu Yang looked at the other person with great interest.

If I had to describe it, Guanghai's [Rank] cultivation system is like climbing a mountain; the higher you climb, the higher your cultivation level, and naturally, the stronger you become.

However, the existence before him was not like that. It was more like he was undergoing self-sublimation, transforming from ordinary gravel into solid rock accumulated over the years, and then into steel, constantly refining himself and improving his essential strength, thereby gaining the ability to continue to improve even without climbing the ranks.

Neither is superior to the other.

With the same destructive power, a cultivator from the Light Sea is like standing on a mountain and throwing something down, thus achieving the same result, while an ancient cultivator possesses this strength on their own.

Which is better?

"To be fair, the ancient system is definitely better. The 'rank' system of climbing mountains ultimately relies on having a mountain to climb."

Once the mountain is gone, there is nowhere to climb. Just like the Dao Lords who have lost the "Other Shore", they will instantly fall back to the level of Golden Core Perfection. In comparison, the ancient cultivation was not restricted by any external things, and purely improved itself. It was definitely much more stable than the rank system.

"Boom!"

The next second, the immense power crashed down, but it dissipated into a gentle breeze around Lü Yang, and all the mysteries were fundamentally dissolved into nothingness.

"Um.?"

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the figure that had suddenly appeared stopped abruptly, looking at Lü Yang and the halo behind his head with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he became respectful at a speed visible to the naked eye:
"So it was the Dao Ancestor himself."

After saying that, he took out a list from his pocket and slowly turned the pages. Turning each page seemed incredibly difficult, as if the pages were heavier than Mount Tai.

Seeing this, Lü Yang remained calm and patiently watched him turn the pages. The more the mysterious cultivator turned, the more nervous he became, cold sweat pouring down his back. Lü Yang could even sense his thoughts: 'How could it be missing? This esteemed person isn't listed in the Daoist Manual.'

As I flipped through the pages, I reached the last page.

Lu Yang could see clearly that this thin book had a total of seventeen pages, neither too many nor too few, and each page recorded a name.

'The Dao Ancestor, the Dao Ancestor is truly a wondrous destiny.'

The title "mysterious cultivator" made Lü Yang stroke his chin, completely unaware that the name he had casually made up actually existed in ancient times.

Seventeen pages, could it be that there were also seventeen Dao Ancestors in ancient times?
Thinking of this, Lü Yang also wanted to peek at the names in the book, but all he saw was layer upon layer of mystery and shimmering light.

In an instant, a sudden realization dawned on me.

"First, fate; second, luck; third, feng shui; fourth, accumulating merit; fifth, studying; sixth, name; seventh, appearance; eighth, respecting the gods; ninth, associating with noble people; tenth, maintaining health. These are the ten great paths from ancient times!"

The so-called ancient times are essentially the era of the divine mountains beyond the heavens, such as Longhu Mountain. Therefore, the Ten Paths of the Ancient Times and the Ten Paths of the Sea of ​​Light are fundamentally different.

At this moment, the imagery surrounding Lü Yang manifested continuously, like the ebb and flow of the tide, yet he concealed it all, preventing the mysterious cultivator before him from seeing it.

Another moment passed.

The mysterious monk seemed to have finally given up. He first looked around cautiously, then reached into his sleeve and carefully took out a pen.

Immediately afterward, he flipped through the book to the end in one breath, made a hand seal, and suddenly an eighteenth page appeared on top of the original seventeen. Not daring to be careless, he used a mysterious ink to dip his brush, then looked at Lü Yang and said in a low voice:

"May I ask your ancestral name?"

Upon seeing this, Lü Yang immediately understood and also caught the other party's thoughts: 'Good heavens, the [Daoist Records] doesn't even show this person's name.'

'Is it broken?'

'Good heavens, if the Daoist Master finds out, it might affect my career! I'd better find a way to make up for it. It should be fine, though.'

Daoist Venerable? Is that the Nascent Soul cultivator?
While pondering this in his heart, Lü Yang chuckled softly:

"This humble Daoist is Xuande." Upon hearing this, the mysterious cultivator immediately felt relieved and quickly began to write. Before long, the eighteenth page appeared on the Daoist book in his hand.

However, at that moment, Lü Yang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by a sudden clearing of vision. When he looked back, it seemed as if he had arrived at a magnificent and indescribable palace where countless lights and shadows intertwined. There, besides him, there were seventeen other figures standing.

He stood at the entrance of the hall.

Immediately afterward, the seventeen figures seemed to sense his presence and turned around. One of the Taoists even laughed loudly, pointing at him and saying:
"Another fellow Daoist has arrived."

"Let me see the Daoist Manual. Xuande? What a good name!"

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Xuande."

The Taoist priests bowed and spoke, each uttering profound and mysterious Dharma sounds. Although they appeared somewhat illusory, their magnificent essence was still awe-inspiring.

Lü Yang remained expressionless and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

Immediately afterwards, he stood with his hands behind his back in a corner of the hall, calmly observing the seventeen figures, only to find that they were clearly divided into two factions.

They seem to be arguing about something.

He couldn't hear or see the specifics of the argument, but upon seeing the object of their debate, he couldn't help but squint.

That's a book.

Lu Yang instantly recognized the book; it was the [Divine Destiny Book] in the hands of the First Saint!
at this time.

Of the seventeen figures, the Taoist who first pointed at him and laughed spoke, seemingly having made a decision: "Since that's the case, let's take the middle one."

"The Daoist Master insisted on leaving a chance for survival, which we cannot disobey. Without the Daoist Master's great power, we would not be able to completely eliminate that fake immortal, let alone stay here permanently. Since the Daoist Master has left a contingency plan, there is no need to pay much attention to it. We can just leave one or two methods to restrict him."

"Let's incorporate the [Taoist Canon] into the book."

"As for what comes after, we will temporarily use a copy instead. We may not be able to sense the Dao traces anymore, but if future generations add to it, they can still leave their names and titles."

At this point, Lü Yang noticed that the Taoist priest had turned around and was looking at him.

"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

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Out of caution, Lü Yang did not answer.

The Taoist priest didn't mind and smiled, "Since that's the case, I'll take it as your acceptance. Your attainment of the Dao is yet to come, so please keep this matter in mind."

Boom!

Before the words were finished, the illusory scene shattered completely, like muddy water being stirred up. Countless images went out like candle flames, leaving only nothingness in the end.

Then, a sliver of light appeared.

Lü Yang opened his eyes.

To be precise, at the very moment the mysterious cultivator added his name to that Daoist book, he merely blinked once, a mere instant.

However, what just happened was by no means an illusion.

This is because this place is the eighth secret realm, a place of true spirits in the Nascent Soul stage. Anything that happens here must be true and real, regardless of any logical paradoxes.

"What a mighty force."

(End of this chapter)