Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: One Hand Plucks the Stars!
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Looking at Qin Tianhe and Xu Xin, who were utterly deferential before him, Lu Yang was stunned for a moment. He nearly let the words "Senior Brothers" slip out but swallowed them back down.
At a time like this, revealing his identity would only make things awkward.
As for being mistaken for a Perfected Being, Lu Yang could guess the reason. It was simply that his current status was too exalted, leading Qin Tianhe and Xu Xin to misjudge.
After all, he now possessed three great Divine Abilities from the Demon Sect, along with the Saint Thief and the Nine Transformations Dragon Art. His status was nearly on par with Foundation Establishment—practically a single step away. To those at the foot of the mountain, whether one stood midway up or at the peak made no difference; both were equally unattainable heights.
So, the mistake was understandable.
Thus, Lu Yang did not deny it. He said directly,
"I have come here on orders to seek an audience with Perfected Being Chongguang. But I do not know how to do so. Please instruct me, fellow Daoists."
Qin Tianhe and Xu Xin were instantly flattered beyond measure. After all, few "Perfected Beings" in the Primal Saint Sect would speak so politely. They dared not dally and hurriedly replied,
"If Perfected Being has come on orders, the array spirit within Sacred Fire Cliff must have a record. Once Perfected Being announces yourself, it will guide you."
"My thanks."
Lu Yang nodded. He then summoned an escaping light and shot straight toward Sacred Fire Cliff, vanishing from their sight in moments.
"Which Perfected Being is this?"
"No idea."
Xu Xin and Qin Tianhe exchanged glances, both puzzled. Lu Yang's face was utterly unfamiliar, and his politeness was so extreme that they felt unaccustomed to it.
"Looks like our luck is good."
"Other Perfected Beings might not even ask—they'd just soul-search us directly."
"Who knows which battlefield this Perfected Being came down from. Pure Land of Jiangxi, Jiangdong's Dao Court, Jiangnan Sword Pavilion—none of them have been peaceful lately."
Lu Yang naturally did not hear their感慨. By now, he had flown into Sacred Fire Cliff. And just as Qin Tianhe had said, the moment he stepped inside, streams of light converged, finally forming a woman clad in colorful robes, her beauty peerless. She gracefully landed before him.
Lu Yang quickly halted and cupped his hands.
"Lu Yang pays respects to this Senior Sister."
The woman paused at his words, a flicker of surprise in her eyes that quickly faded. She said indifferently,
"True Inheritor Disciple Lu Yang, follow me. Do not wander about."
With that, she turned and departed on her own.
Lu Yang hurriedly followed. He mused inwardly at the same time:
'This is the array spirit of Sacred Fire Cliff. I've heard of it—this is the seclusion ground of the various True Lords. The array here is at least third-grade.'
So advanced!
As a seventh-grade array master, Lu Yang could not help but feel an itch to dissect the array spirit before him and study its construction in depth.
But in the end, he held back.
Soon, under the array spirit's guidance, Lu Yang arrived at a grand hall on the outermost edge of Sacred Fire Cliff. Heavenly light shone brilliantly within the hall, illuminating the four directional vaults.
Lu Yang strode into the hall. At once, atop the main seat of the palace, he spotted Perfected Being Chongguang's figure. The man stood with hands clasped behind his back, and before him, on the palace wall, was unfurled a vast map encompassing the four directions and extending far overseas. Every marked territory on the map bore dense annotations.
"Disciple Lu Yang pays respects to Martial Uncle Chongguang."
Without a word, Lu Yang first performed a dao salute. Then he stood in place, silent, quietly awaiting Perfected Being Chongguang's response from the main seat.
A long while passed before Perfected Being Chongguang finally came back to himself.
He turned, revealing a pair of dazzling white-hot pupils. His gaze fell like a blaze of fire, scrutinizing Lu Yang inside and out.
Lu Yang met it squarely, chest puffed out, utterly without guilt.
Only after a moment did Perfected Being Chongguang withdraw his gaze, a trace of surprise on his face.
"These great Divine Abilities of yours... Junior Brother Yin Shan taught them to you?"
"Indeed!"
At this moment, Lu Yang hid nothing. The Corpse Liberation True Method, Heavenly Silkworm Secret, Saint Thief—all the great Divine Abilities on his person were openly displayed.
Moreover, he could guarantee that the origins of every Divine Ability could be traced. They had all been imparted to him by Perfected Being Yin Shan after his promotion to True Inheritor Disciple on Skull Mountain. It was merely that he had mastered them all on the road back to the sect—nothing suspicious about it.
What? I cultivated them too quickly?
No helping it—with the status of a Foundation Establishment guardian deity aiding him, cultivating great Divine Abilities was just like this. If you don't have one, it's hard for me to explain it clearly.
Seeing Lu Yang's righteous demeanor, Perfected Being Chongguang's eyes gradually lit up. Perfected Being Yin Shan had already informed him of Lu Yang's intelligence.
And just now, he had personally divined the causal links and examined him thoroughly inside and out. He was basically certain there were no issues. For a True Inheritor Disciple, scrutiny at his level was the limit. In the end, it was just a Qi Refining disciple—even if they caused a huge commotion, it was unlikely to alarm a Golden Core True Lord.
"You're... very good."
With that thought, Perfected Being Chongguang's tone grew oddly approving.
"With your cultivation, you could actually attempt Foundation Establishment right now. And you'd have at least an eighty percent chance of success."
But soon, he changed tack.
"However, I hope you won't rush into Foundation Establishment."
"The battle for the Dao between righteous and demonic paths is about to reignite. If you join it and help the Primal Saint Sect win, it will greatly benefit your future after Foundation Establishment."
Perfected Being Chongguang's attitude could almost be called gentle.
Lu Yang could tell that even if he refused, Perfected Being Chongguang would likely not hold it against him. But in that case, he would miss his chance to earn merits.
Without merits, how could he advance in the Primal Saint Sect?
Thus, Lu Yang did not hesitate. He immediately said,
"Disciple is willing to join the battle for the Dao."
"Good!" Perfected Being Chongguang smiled easily at his words. The look in his eyes toward Lu Yang grew a fraction warmer.
"From this day forth, you are a True Inheritor of our Primal Saint Sect."
"Your generation is the Yuan Generation."
"You have inherited the lineage of the Witch Ghost Dao, and bear no small karma of slaughter upon you. I shall grant you the Dao name 'Yuan Tu.' Henceforth, that shall be your Dao title. How does that sound?"
With these words from Perfected Being Chongguang, Lu Yang instantly understood—this was practically an explicit overture of recruitment. Otherwise, he would not personally bestow a Dao title.
At that thought, Lu Yang hurriedly cupped his hands.
"Yuan Tu pays respects to Martial Uncle."
Only then did Perfected Being Chongguang laugh heartily. He beckoned to Lu Yang.
"Come here. Once the battle for the Dao begins, this is the best spot for observing."
"A place for observation?"
"Indeed. The various True Lords are about to establish the battlefield for the battle for the Dao."
Lu Yang was puzzled inwardly but showed nothing on his face. He obediently walked to Perfected Being Chongguang's side. Not long after, a soft exclamation rang in his ear:
"It's coming!"
Almost simultaneously, Lu Yang looked up to the sky.
In that instant, the hall's ceiling suddenly transformed, as if becoming a round mirror that pierced illusions, revealing a vast panorama.
It was an endless vault of heaven.
At this moment, the entire Primal Saint Sect—even the Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea—was trembling faintly. The cloud sea roiled, turbid waves surging through the void. A dharma body was slowly rising from the clouds.
With just this one motion, the dharma body's crown shattered thirty-six layers of astral clouds. Halos like rippling waves spread behind its head, like mountain-ringed fine waves, snow surges at the flying eaves. It stood with hands behind its back, the vast Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea of the Primal Saint Sect like nothing more than a chessboard beneath it.
Even its form continued to expand.
Its eyes merged seamlessly with the sun and moon above, their light and luster becoming the gaze with which it overlooked the land below, calmly sweeping over all mortal beings.
Gradually, Lu Yang could no longer make out the dharma body's full form.
Everything about it overlapped with the square heaven and earth in Lu Yang's vision, impossible to fully behold. Only an ineffable shock swept through his heart.
Rivers and mountains for its frame, the firmament for its head!
River flows for its veins, sun and moon for its eyes!
The next second, Lu Yang's vision shifted again. At the distant horizon, two similar colossal dharma bodies were also slowly rising.
One with a constant smile of compassion, benevolence in its embrace.
One clad in official robes, dragons and phoenixes paying homage.
The three dharma bodies each encompassed thousands, even tens of thousands of li of territory. They intersected with one another, drawing a circle across the vast land and locking down the earth veins within.
"Golden Core True Lords... this is a True Lord!?"
Lu Yang's eyes widened, nearly shedding two trails of blood tears. Only then did he barely discern the actions of the three Golden Core True Lords—They slowly raised their hands.
Three palms, all aimed at a single star in the firmament above.
Then, they joined palms.
The next instant, Lu Yang watched as that brilliant star in the vault of heaven was grasped by the three True Lords, dragged down, and hurled crashing toward the earth!
One hand, plucks the stars!
(End of chapter)