Chapter 128
Chapter 128
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding, Raising Rosy Clouds to Ascend!
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“Hiss, hiss.”
Within the Boundary Heaven, deep in a profoundly hidden underground lair, a pitch-black demon insect no larger than a grain of rice, sprawled upon the ground, let out a hissing cry.
“Mother... we’ve lost?”
“Why?”
The spiritual sense of the Qi-Devouring Insect King trembled violently. Through the heavenly mandate imposed upon it, it seemed to perceive the despair transmitted from this world.
Yet it could not comprehend.
Indeed, that streak of tribulation fire had been formidable—immensely so. But the Insect King was certain the foe could not unleash such an attack repeatedly.
There was no need for fear at all. As long as its mother—this world—continued to sustain it, nurture it, and allow it to grow, given time, even if it faced that terrifying tribulation fire once more, it had the confidence to devour it utterly. Yes, it was far from defeated.
“Hiss, hiss!”
In the next instant, spurred by the Insect King’s will, the Qi-Devouring Insect swarm, which had fallen into dead silence, sprang back into action, surging toward the Primal Saint Sect disciples.
It would press the assault!
However, through the eyes of its kin, the Insect King discovered that those humans were no longer resisting. Instead, they gazed upon it with mocking stares.
Why?
Before this doubt could fully dissipate from the Insect King’s mind, it realized it had lost contact with its swarm—all the Qi-Devouring Insects.
ωωω ◆◆￠〇
It happened in a mere instant.
As if some divine punishment had descended—without reason, without warning—the insects were shrieking one second, and the next, they plummeted lifeless to the ground.
Only now did the Qi-Devouring Insect King truly grasp the essence of the despair its mother had conveyed. Through the “heavenly mandate” imposed upon itself, its consciousness soared endlessly, finally transcending this world to behold the true scene beyond.
In that moment, its awareness nearly froze.
It saw its mother—the Boundary Heaven it had believed possessed infinite might—casually pinched in the palm of an indescribable giant.
“An intriguing variant.”
Perfected Being Clear Snow Flying gazed at the tiny insect in his palm and chuckled softly.
“I’ll keep you around.”
The next moment, overwhelmed by a shock akin to a frog at the well’s bottom beholding the vast sky—mingled with awe and reverence—its consciousness plunged into darkness.
At the same time, within the Boundary Heaven, a heavy rain began to fall.
Patter, patter went the raindrops.
To the Qi-Devouring Insects, this rain was a lethal poison; any that touched it disintegrated into powder, losing all form without exception.
Yet to the victorious Primal Saint Sect disciples, this downpour was like sweet nectar after a long drought. The rain teemed with vast vitality, bolstering their mana and regenerating severed limbs. As long as a breath remained, they swiftly recovered to their peak under its influence!
Beyond that, what thrilled them even more was the transformation of the heavens and earth.
“It’s beginning!”
Chongming flipped backward in a carp leap, shaking off Xu Xin while revealing an excited grin.
“The heavens and earth are shifting! This Boundary Heaven has been integrated into the world by the Perfected Being!”
This was the final step of the Dao-Seizing Battle!
The victorious Perfected Being would claim the Boundary Heaven as the battlefield, incorporating it into the scope of his own fruition, then anchoring it into other realms.
In this way, the influence of his fruition would expand.
During this process, the heavens and earth would suffer a certain impact, causing even the once-unassailable “Foundation Establishment Realm” to waver slightly.
This was the prime moment to elevate one’s stature.
Like climbing a mountain: ordinarily, one must scale treacherous peaks with great difficulty, but now, it was like taking a cable car, bypassing all obstacles effortlessly!
Thus, all Primal Saint Sect true inheritors aspiring to Foundation Establishment would venture into the Dao-Seizing Battlefield, wagering their lives for a smooth path to the heavens. For if you survived, even without cultivating great divine abilities, without Foundation Establishment marvels, without third-grade true qi, you still had a shot at Foundation Establishment!
At this moment, every Primal Saint Sect disciple closed their eyes in cultivation.
Even true inheritors like Qin Tianhe remained far from Foundation Establishment, with the highest odds below fifty percent—they could not charge straight for it.
Thus, they merely strove to elevate their stature, preparing for the true breakthrough.
Yet just then—
“Hm?”
“Someone... who?”
“In that direction—”
Without prior agreement, every Primal Saint Sect true inheritor possessing stature raised their heads, as if sensing something, and looked toward the sky overhead.
They were not gazing at the firmament, but at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
At that lofty domain, hidden in the supreme void and shrouded in obscurity—unreachable to Qi Refining cultivators—a tall, upright silhouette suddenly emerged.
Having won the Dao-Seizing Battle, he had at last mended his final flaw.
Now, attempting Foundation Establishment, his success was assured!
“In the blink of an eye, it’s already the eighth life...”
Lu Yang’s expression turned wistful. Eight lifetimes of cultivation—from that impulsive youth of old to the present true inheritor of the Primal Saint Sect. It had taken eight lives for him to achieve even modest success.
He recalled how, back then, to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had exhausted every scheme and method imaginable. Yet now, he hadn’t even climbed; merely manifesting his soul, buoyed by his stature, he stood naturally at the threshold of Foundation Establishment, one step away from entry.
But it was precisely this final step that plunged Lu Yang into contemplation.
Once taken, there was no turning back.
Foundation Establishment allowed no regrets. He had forged his true qi with the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art, and would establish his foundation with the Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Ascension Treasure Scroll—thenceforth, no other path remained.
Foundation Establishment, foundation establishment: it built the foundation of the Dao.
With the Dao foundation set, the future path of cultivation was constrained, impossible to change at will, and all related karmic ties would inevitably seek him out.
A single misstep then might lead to soul scattering.
Did he have the means to face it?
Especially since the Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Ascension Treasure Scroll tied deeply to the Pure Land of Jiangxi, laden with profound karmic bonds. Even resolving the Dragon-Subduing Arhat might leave hidden tribulations lurking.
In this instant, Lu Yang hesitated as never before.
Until his gaze fell upon the Book of a Hundred Lives beside him.
“No—I have my cheat!”
Even if the road ahead brimmed with myriad perils and hardships—fatal to others with one wrong turn—for him, it was merely starting over!
With this realization, Lu Yang’s mind cleared, hesitation vanishing.
He took the step!
Boom!
As Lu Yang entered the Foundation Establishment Realm, his form shook, and with a thunderous roar, a majestic golden auspicious cloud, vast as a mountain range, rose slowly with him at its center!
This auspicious cloud stretched boundlessly. Amid the surging vapors, it ceaselessly manifested visions of flora and fauna, mountains and lakes, rivers and seas, even sun, moon, and stars—the panorama of heaven and earth. Yet when it bore up Lu Yang’s soul, it transformed into an opulent carriage, luxurious beyond measure.
“Roar—!”
A draconic roar echoed, and within the auspicious cloud, a true dragon’s silhouette emerged—five-clawed, scaled in chi-long segments—upholding the cloud, soaring amid rosy glows, safeguarding Lu Yang’s soul and guarding his heart.
Compared to the trials of old, this breakthrough flowed as naturally as water to channel.
The next instant, Lu Yang’s figure returned to the present world, an auspicious cloud hovering above his head, inhaling the spiritual qi of heaven and earth—this was the manifestation of his Dao foundation.
Splash, splash.
The fine rain drizzled on. Lu Yang stood motionless, his already handsome features now radiating divine poise and jade-like refinement, exuding subtle imperial grace with every glance.
Behind his head, the auspicious cloud roiled, a true dragon coiling within, rippling rings of rainbow halos. This was no deliberate display of mana, but a natural phenomenon of heaven and earth—as if the world itself rejoiced in his breakthrough, mirroring his splendor!
Meanwhile, in Jiangxi, the Pure Land of Deep Joy.
As Lu Yang achieved Foundation Establishment, a speck of golden light flickered into being within the Pure Land, on the verge of emergence—only to wink out in an instant, returning to nothingness.
At the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, atop the Extreme Heaven Cliff.
A handsome youth in Daoist robes, sword resting across his knees, suddenly looked up, his face alight with surprise.
“Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding, Raising Rosy Clouds to Ascend—yet not a Buddhist cultivator?”
The youth pinched his fingers to divine, then smiled with keen interest.
“That fruition has lingered in the Pure Land’s treasury for years, unclaimed by any. Now, the innate paragon most likely to claim it as Dao foundation turns out not to be a Buddhist cultivator.”
“How intriguing!”
(End of chapter)