Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Changes in the Book of a Hundred Lives
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After sending off the two True Lords from the Pure Land and the Dao Court, True Lord Clear Serene Flying Snow finally turned her gaze to Lu Yang. Her eyes, vast as sun and moon, seemed to ponder something.
"Heh heh, the sect has gained a new Perfected Being. What joyous news."
With those words, True Lord Clear Serene Flying Snow smiled radiantly and released Lu Yang from her palm.
"Go back and see True Person Heavy Light. Proclaim it to the sects of the Northern River along the way."
With that, her majestic true body—which filled the heavens and earth, stretching endlessly for tens of thousands of miles—dissolved away.
Lu Yang let out a deep breath of turbid air. Then he saw Qin Tianhe, Xu Xin, the Flood Dragon Daoist, and the other Primal Saint Sect's true disciples flying over cautiously one by one.
"Disciple pays respects to Perfected Being!"
Compared to before the Dao-Seizing Battle, the status of these true disciples had all risen markedly. Especially Chongming—at a glance, Lu Yang could tell he now had at least a fifty percent chance of succeeding in Foundation Establishment.
"Rise."
Lu Yang waved his hand lightly and smiled.
"This place lies at the juncture of Eastern River, Western River, and Northern River. Returning to the sect will take time. Shall I send you on your way?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Perfected Being." Xu Xin quickly shook his head. "We still need to head to the front lines, so we won't return. But perhaps the young master could use it?"
Hearing this, Chongming immediately pulled a long face.
"No need!"
"Very well then."
Lu Yang chuckled lightly, showing no airs. After all, who knew which of these Primal Saint Sect true disciples might one day become a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being like himself.
Even in the Primal Saint Sect, true disciples held some standing. In most cases, they were still treated as expendable talent, but at least they weren't disposable fodder that could be thrown away at any moment. Perfected Beings would handle them with some care, not utterly disregarding their lives.
That said, the gulf between Perfected Beings and those below remained an impenetrable barrier.
Thus, after paying respects to Lu Yang, the group of true disciples departed one after another on beams of light. Only Chongming stayed behind, looking at Lu Yang with a helpless expression.
"Is there something else?" Lu Yang asked, puzzled.
"Perfected Being..."
Chongming kept his head lowered and said gravely,
"That Eight Trigrams Disc was a gift from my father. It conceals heavenly secrets and is my protective treasure. Please return it to this disciple."
Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, then revealed a look of sudden realization.
He reached into his robes, took out the Eight Trigrams Disc he had borrowed from Chongming earlier to divine the Dao Court's location, and handed it back.
"My apologies. This seat was careless and forgot."
"Not at all. Thank you, Perfected Being."
Chongming respectfully accepted the Eight Trigrams Disc while cursing inwardly: If I hadn't spoken up, this Perfected Being probably would have kept the treasure for himself!
He might have even pretended not to know if I hadn't brought up my father, True Person Heavy Light!
Utterly shameless!
Seeing Lu Yang's composed expression, utterly without guilt, Chongming grumbled to himself but felt a touch of helplessness too.
Worthy of being one of our Primal Saint Sect's Perfected Beings.
Moments later, Lu Yang watched Chongming depart with a look of regret but didn't rush back to the sect. Instead, he turned his gaze to the [Book of a Hundred Lives]. In truth, it had changed the moment he succeeded in Foundation Establishment, but with the True Lord present, he hadn't dared show it.
Now was the perfect time to check.
The next instant, with a mere thought from Lu Yang, his information appeared on the [Book of a Hundred Lives]. Compared to before, it had undergone massive changes.
[Name: Lu Yang]
[Lifespan: 35]
[Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment]
[Talent: Dual Cultivation Prodigy (White), Got Some Moves (Purple)]
[Dao Foundation: Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation]
[Divine Ability: None]
[Treasures: Blood Yang Sword Pellet (Destroyed), Innate Primal Qi (Superior奇珍), Ten Thousand Spirits Banner (Inferior Spirit Treasure)]
[Book of a Hundred Lives Pages: 93]
[Anchor Points: 1]
Lu Yang's eyes immediately fixed on the newly added [Anchor Points] at the bottom. This was the gift from the [Book of a Hundred Lives] after breaking through to Foundation Establishment.
One chance to save!
Now, when restarting, he wouldn't have to return to the day he first joined the sect. He could freely choose from which anchor point to reopen.
This opened up far more possibilities!
For instance, with the current anchor at the Primal Saint Sect start, next life he could visit the Sword Pavilion and start from there!
Of course, how exactly to use it required careful thought, so Lu Yang didn't rush to activate this anchor point. He continued examining the panel.
Besides the anchor points, [Cultivation Method] had been replaced by [Dao Foundation], and the [Divine Ability] entry was even more exaggerated—it had been wiped clean.
"In other words, even great divine abilities aren't so crucial for Foundation Establishment anymore. They're basically just standard combat techniques. Makes sense—Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings cultivate great divine abilities so quickly. Cheap things aren't good; easy-to-learn stuff naturally has low quality."
This highlighted the advantage of having a sect background.
Lu Yang possessed the Witch Ghost Dao inheritance, had received personal instruction from Ancestor Tingyou, and upon returning to Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea, he could expect guidance from the Primal Saint Sect's Perfected Beings.
Wasn't that far better than a lone rogue cultivator scraping by?
With that in mind, Lu Yang lingered no longer. He turned his body, released a golden auspicious cloud once more, and soared through the void toward the Primal Saint Sect.
In an instant, a thousand-mile spirit tide surged across the firmament.
Lu Yang didn't dare forget True Lord Clear Serene Flying Snow's command. He made no effort to conceal his aura, racing like thunder and lightning, patrolling the skies like sun and moon crossing heaven.
Almost simultaneously, across the entire Northern River under Primal Saint Sect rule, every Foundation Establishment Perfected Being in the major and minor sects and immortal clans sensed it. They looked up at the firmament, envy in their eyes.
"The Primal Saint Sect has another Foundation Establishment Perfected Being. And look at that magic power—so potent. Likely another prodigy among his peers."
Primal Saint Sect, Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea.
On Sacred Fire Cliff, True Person Heavy Light had been meditating and regulating his breath when he abruptly awoke. He pinched his fingers to divine, and a pleased smile spread across his brow.
"Good! Excellent!"
With those words, True Person Heavy Light flicked his sleeve. A snap of thunderous fingers sent his profound magic power straight to the massive bell atop Sacred Fire Cliff.
In that instant, the chime rang out, echoing through the cloud sea.
The chime stirred the first response from the Four Inner Sect Peaks. The four Peak Masters awoke almost simultaneously from seclusion.
In the past, the sect's Perfected Beings were elusive dragons, rarely appearing unless necessary. But now, upon hearing the chime, every Perfected Being in seclusion within the Primal Saint Sect revealed their auras, transforming into streaks of pure qi and radiant light that pierced the clouds and peaks, soaring into the heavens!
The commotion shook the entire cloud sea.
Countless Qi Refining disciples knelt to the ground, awe on their faces, while secretly sending messages, speculating on what had happened.
Meanwhile, in the northern frontier, the Divine Martial Sect—already on its last legs after the Skull Mountain incident—was gripped by terror as dusk fell.
With heavy losses, Divine Martial Sect was little more than a turtle in a jar, kept alive by the Primal Saint Sect purely for training its disciples.
When the Primal Saint Sect's Perfected Beings erupted with their auras, the surviving Perfected Beings of Divine Martial Sect thought the extermination had finally come. They emerged in fury and resolve, ready to fight to the death—only to find no Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings approaching, plunging them into confusion.
Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea, Heaven Mending Peak.
"Dad, what happened?"
"It's been years... Someone has achieved Foundation Establishment again."
In response to his daughter Chen Shuqian's question, the Heaven Mending Peak Master fell silent for a moment. He stepped out of his seclusion cave abode and looked up at the golden auspicious cloud stretching a thousand miles.
His expression was complex.
"Panlong's inheritance? Who is this person? He fooled me, fooled Panlong. To form his foundation with such massive karma—what sort of figure is he?"
"And Panlong's inheritance is with him... What about Zhao Xuhe?"
The more the Heaven Mending Peak Master thought, the more off it felt. The karma he had clearly divined before now carried an unclear, indefinable haze.
A profound wariness arose in his heart toward this new Primal Saint Sect Perfected Being.
At that thought, the Heaven Mending Peak Master even felt a touch of relief.
At least he hadn't clashed with this newcomer over the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art, or harbored any great grudge.
(End of Chapter)