Chapter 359
Chapter 359
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: The Ancestor's Split Soul
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Rumble!
Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the massive Witch Ghost Secret Realm emerged from the belly of Skull Mountain, surging with endless yin-sha baleful qi.
The subsequent developments unfolded much as Lu Yang had anticipated.
Perfected Being Yin Shan made his move, seizing the [Heavenly Corpse Baleful Qi] from the Witch Ghost Dao. At the same time, he lured in a group of true persons from the Divine Martial Sect. In the end, the Primal Saint Sect true persons launched a siege.
"You beasts! You damned beasts!"
The Divine Martial Sect master's furious roar echoed through the heavens and earth. Yet this late Foundation Establishment great true person was now shrouded beneath a curtain of night.
Even vaster magical power blotted out everything.
Majestic illusory colors veiled the sun, moon, and stars. Wherever it passed, all sounds fell silent, and the secrets of heaven were concealed. It was unmistakably a divine ability Lu Yang knew well.
‘[Star Concealment Glory]!’
In his previous life, Lu Yang had deduced this divine ability, but he had always treated it as a tool for assassination. Looking at it now, his cultivation back then had been far too shallow. Using such a technique for stealth kills was a criminal waste—it was clearly a grand method to blot out the sky and shake the earth!
In an instant, the world dimmed into twilight gloom.
‘Foundation Establishment perfection!’
Lu Yang's eyes flickered. From what Hong Ju had told him, after the various true lords entered seclusion, the Primal Saint Sect had another figure at Foundation Establishment perfection overseeing affairs besides himself.
That person was named [Xiang Ye].
He had stayed hidden until now because his master, the [Containing Light Floating Heaven True Lord], had always been suppressed by the Clear Clarity Flying Snow True Lord, prompting a low profile.
But with the true lords now in seclusion...
Heavy Light had achieved true lord status and ascended beyond the heavens. Beneath the Painted Silk Variegated Gauze True Lord, the great true person [Jun Tong] was merely late Foundation Establishment. Naturally, this one had emerged.
‘This is a drill for battle.’
Lu Yang observed from afar, activating his dharma eyes to swiftly discern the shifting tides.
That Foundation Establishment perfection great true person, Xiang Ye, held back. He merely unleashed a divine ability to seal heaven and earth, then let the other true persons swarm forward.
No wonder the Divine Martial Sect master felt so stifled.
As a great true person, even with a humble inheritance, he shouldn't have been overwhelmed by a pack of mid Foundation Establishment cultivators. It was simply because a perfection-stage expert was pinning him down.
How the hell was he supposed to fight that?
‘No saving him. He's done for.’
Lu Yang withdrew his gaze. The Divine Martial Sect's doom was sealed. Unlike his previous life, the Primal Saint Sect was dead serious this time.
‘In the previous life, with true lords holding the fort, the Primal Saint Sect was unshakable as a mountain. Plus, Uncle-Master Heavy Light deliberately gave me a shot at merits, so they let a few early Foundation Establishment cultivators slip away. But now the true lords are secluded, and one great true person from the Divine Martial Sect already poses real pressure.’
One doesn't tolerate a snorer beside the bed.
This time, not a single one from the Divine Martial Sect would escape.
Naturally, Lu Yang had no intention of joining the fray. He concealed his qi signature and slipped quietly into Skull Mountain, then summoned Su Nu.
"[Yanmo Hall]!"
Linking to the earth veins and scouring the cosmos, Lu Yang soon detected an anomaly in the 800-li earth veins beneath Skull Mountain. His figure flashed away.
Almost simultaneously, deep within Skull Mountain.
"Who goes there!?"
The instant Lu Yang arrived, a figure within the earth veins snapped open its eyes. Its qi surged at the false Foundation Establishment level.
In the next breath, it tried to sever the connection.
But the gulf in cultivation was too vast. Lu Yang, at peak mid Foundation Establishment, crushing a mere false holder—it was like Mount Tai bearing down on an egg. No mercy, no quarter.
The figure's reaction was lightning-fast, though. Seeing Lu Yang closing in to seize it, ruthless resolve flashed in its eyes. Its hand seals shifted, and the 800-li earth veins of Skull Mountain below erupted violently. It was about to detonate everything, dragging Lu Yang down with it.
"Freeze!"
Behind Lu Yang, the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner swept out. Tingyou Ancestor's figure materialized, forming seals of his own to soothe the raging earth veins back to calm.
At the sight, the figure froze in shock.
"How is this possible? You..."
Lu Yang offered no chance for words. He struck with a palm, pulverizing the figure to dust, then fed it straight into the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner for instant refinement.
To him, after all, this was just some stranger.
The true "Tingyou Ancestor" was the one in the banner—the one who had reopened alongside him, blocked mighty foes in his previous life, and fallen into heavy slumber from grievous wounds.
Within the banner, Tingyou Ancestor drew a deep breath, devouring every strand of the figure's innate qi. His already luminous eyes gleamed even brighter now, intricate runes like expositions of profound dao truths converging within them.
Only after a long while did he exhale slowly.
"To think I had a split soul lingering in the Witch Ghost Secret Realm. Thanks to you, it's recovered now. My condition feels much improved."
Lu Yang wasn't surprised in the slightest.
The [Book of a Hundred Lives] patched every glitch, every inconsistency—Tingyou Ancestor simply glossed over or rationalized them away.
‘This is my chance.’
Lu Yang eyed the Tingyou Ancestor before him. Bolstered by this life's original soul fragment, his state had improved markedly, shedding the frailty of his initial awakening.
How frail had he been at first?
A Foundation Establishment perfection great true person, struggling against Lu Yang's mere Qi Refining perfection—and losing. To say he teetered on soul-scattering wasn't hyperbole.
In the previous life overseas, when deploying [Yanmo Hall], he'd only dared a false mid Foundation Establishment guise, not a full great true person. It wasn't just the lack of mid-stage cultivators; Tingyou Ancestor's soul simply couldn't sustain the stature.
But things were different now.
‘At this point, the Ancestor should have the foundation to impersonate a great true person. Strictly speaking, his fifth life has only just begun.’
Prime time to fight for glory!
After a moment's thought, Lu Yang produced a dao scripture.
It was a manifestation of his divine sense, containing the method for crafting split bodies: the *Immortal Fetus Resident in World Secret Record*. This split-body secret art was vast and profound.
The avatars severed by it could even become wholly new individuals.
By the same token, it had another ingenious application.
‘If I refine an immortal fetus with this method, then let the Ancestor possess it... strictly speaking, that should allow him to revive fully!’
Tingyou Ancestor met the conditions for revival.
Like Chen Xin'an, he hadn't entered the banner in death—he'd done so while alive, preserving a thread of return.
The only question was whether the banner's master, Lu Yang, was willing.
‘In my previous life, no chance in hell.’
Tingyou Ancestor's talent was simply too immense. Revived, he might slip control—too risky, too unpredictable.
This life, though, Lu Yang trusted him far more. The previous life's deeds proved his loyalty. And crucially, this life's Tingyou Ancestor had been scrubbed by the [Book of a Hundred Lives]—betrayal was impossible.
Lu Yang never shied from his darker impulses. Without them, he'd have died a hundred times over.
But with his mind made up, he wouldn't hold back.
‘The Ancestor's talent, squandered solely on me? What a waste. Better convert it to raw power, stockpile more bargaining chips for my gold quest down the line!’
The thought banished all hesitation.
"Ancestor."
Lu Yang turned to face Tingyou Ancestor, extending the *Immortal Fetus Resident in World Secret Record*.
"Do you want to truly live?"