Chapter 389
Chapter 389
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 389
Chapter Title: Giving Seven Luminaries Heaven a Holy Sect Shock
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Though he said that, Lu Yang didn't let his guard down.
Killing three Divine Lords of the White Lotus Cult—though it was the work of the banner spirits—had been done with Calamity Wave, which carried the mystical property of slaying without karmic repercussions.
‘This way, at least they won't come knocking right away.’
With the karmic ties severed, the chances of Bai Xiangcun noticing immediately were low. This bought him time to prepare at leisure, avoiding a passive position.
Even so, Lu Yang still couldn't fathom the White Lotus Cult's response. Were they really just sending one after another like this?
‘No, even in a fishing pond setup, there shouldn't be idiots like this. It must be an environmental difference. This realm probably isn't as cutthroat as the Broken World, so top factions rarely go to full war. They usually give each other face, leading to situations like just now.’
Lu Yang always planned for the worst from his enemies.
Though he hadn't reacted at first, a brief moment of thought made the White Lotus Cult's logic in sending heads on a platter clear.
‘In the end, this world's foundation is incense offerings!’
‘But for the top tiers—those comparable to peak Foundation Establishment, like city gods—more incense won't make them stronger.’
After all, you couldn't nurture a Golden Core from an embryonic divine position.
Too much incense might even worry them about a new city god emerging.
So why fight at all?
‘With few true great wars, experience and vigilance in related matters are lacking, leading to all sorts of blunders.’
In short, it was the complacency of prolonged peace.
But this was temporary. People grew.
Lu Yang had no doubt that after this massive loss, the White Lotus Cult would wise up. Next time, they'd come fully prepared.
That would be truly hard to handle.
‘In other words, before then, I must build up enough advantages. Otherwise, facing the White Lotus Cult head-on, I'm no match!’
Lu Yang constantly reminded himself. Just to be safe, he brushed Calamity Wave over himself, confirming his mind remained clear before turning to the three White Lotus Cult Divine Lords he'd just refined into banner spirits. Wisps of incense still swirled around them.
“Banner spirits... can accept incense?”
Lu Yang's gaze shifted. These three Divine Lords had been refined into banner spirits after death, essentially dead objects, so they couldn't produce incense for him.
But they could receive it!
They were still White Lotus Cult Divine Lords. At this moment, Lu Yang could clearly sense White Lotus Cult incense being drawn to him!
“This is...”
Lu Yang's expression gradually turned peculiar. Though the White Lotus Cult had many followers, not all worshipped the Wusheng Laomu.
Just like county city gods, prefectural city gods, and so on.
A county's people naturally worshipped their local city god, not the prefectural one—though the county city god was part of the overall system.
Similarly, each of these three White Lotus Cult Divine Lords had their own followers, merely incorporated into the grand Vacuum Homeland system.
‘My vassal's vassals are not my vassals.’
At that thought, Lu Yang's eyes lit up as he pinpointed the flaw in this incense god system: “Feels like I can poach some walls here?”
Then he looked to the other side.
There, Wang Anping still sat stunned in place, while Lin Sheng on the other side continued silently chanting scriptures, trying to break the “illusion.”
“Would you join my Witch Ghost Path?” Lu Yang said calmly.
“I will!”
Wang Anping didn't hesitate at all, immediately prostrating himself. Lin Sheng, meanwhile, acted as if he hadn't heard. Lu Yang was equally decisive.
Boom!
Reduced to ash, refined into a banner spirit.
Watching his former senior brother vanish in smoke only to reemerge with loyalty etched on his face filled Wang Anping's heart with chill.
‘What the hell is this Witch Ghost Path?’
‘They say our White Lotus Cult acts诡异, deludes followers, and is utter evil gods—bullshit! This Witch Ghost Path is way more sinister than us!’
But under the roof, he had to bow his head.
Soon, as the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner unfurled, Wang Anping—despite a hundred reluctances—gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and willingly turned into a banner spirit.
The next second, as he reappeared, just as Lu Yang expected, a strand of pure incense rose from him and bolstered Ancestor Tingyou. Though just one strand, it confirmed Lu Yang's hypothesis, bringing a confident smile to his face.
“Time to expand.”
In his view, this world was still too normal.
Even the White Lotus Cult, called an evil cult, merely deluded followers and treated lives like grass—utterly unprofessional, no industry built around it.
Utilization of talent was pathetically low.
“Looks like it's up to me!”
Now was the perfect time to give Seven Luminaries Heaven a taste of Holy Sect shock!
Seven Luminaries Heaven, White Lotus Cult headquarters.
Tens of thousands of followers gathered here, each handpicked from branch altars nationwide—those with the firmest faith and purest incense.
At this moment, they were in morning recitation.
Every follower devoutly chanted White Lotus Cult scriptures, sending strands of incense into an unseen realm.
Vacuum Homeland.
This was the White Lotus Cult's incense god realm, akin to earth temples or city god shrines. It should have been a divine paradise, holy ground for myriad gods to pay homage. Yet now, halls lay toppled, treasure trees collapsed, radiant lights shattered, prompting terrified wails from lesser gods.
Only one's arrival halted the chaos.
A black-robed young man appeared, expression grave as he stared at the three halls causing turmoil in Vacuum Homeland.
The halls around were rubble.
Yet at the centers, three statues blazed with divine light, incense swirling.
He was Black Lotus, right-hand man to Wusheng Laomu. When she secluded herself, he managed cult affairs.
His cultivation was second only to hers, comparable to a prefectural city god.
In Lu Yang's terms, a late Foundation Establishment grand cultivator.
“Dead? Or alive?”
Per his intel, an entire border god system should have been wiped out, from great Divine Lord down—no survivors.
But now?
The three god halls were smashed—that was the sight after an incense god's death. Yet the central statues remained intact, gleaming as ever.
Something was wrong.
“Not good!”
Black Lotus Divine Venerable suddenly realized: “Send people at once to their domains. Check the incense fluctuations.”
At that, murderous intent flared in his eyes. If merely the Divine Lords dead, it wasn't a big deal—incense remained, just replace them. Cult Divine Lords gladly took on war dead's followers.
But now, these three seemed alive.
That was a huge problem!
Captured yet alive? Most likely they'd defected. And if they took their followers with them?
“This is... stripping our White Lotus Cult's foundation!”
(End of chapter)