Chapter 415
Chapter 415
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Translator: Ace
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Chapter Title: Dragon Butchering Terrace
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Suo Huan left somewhat absent-mindedly.
Lu Yang paid it no mind. He knew this dao friend from past and present lives needed some time to compose himself, so he simply continued his seclusion and took out a glass vial.
[White Chil Gold Nature]!
This trip to the Dragon Palace had truly left Lu Yang's mouth dripping with grease. Just the [Xuan Du Blessed Land] alone had elevated his combat prowess by an entire tier.
With a thought, the [Book of a Hundred Lives] manifested.
He swallowed it in one gulp!
[Settling experiences for "White Chil."]
[You are the eldest son of the Dragon Lord, the fruit of his heartfelt efforts—not born of yin-yang union, but pointized into being from a drop of his heart blood.]
Line after line of dense text emerged.
It had to be said that, among the Dragon Lord's offspring, White Chil far outstripped Tian Qiu—likely because White Chil's origins ran far deeper.
'Strictly speaking, White Chil wasn't truly the Dragon Lord's progeny, but something akin to a clone of the Dragon Lord himself. He had simply developed self-awareness, with a soul that was relatively independent. Thus, his bloodline was infinitely close to the Dragon Lord's own, far surpassing Tian Qiu's. Even among those at peak Foundation Establishment, his strength ranked at the pinnacle!'
Yet heaven was jealous of the talented.
'The four great powers cast their lines into the outer seas. White Chil had nowhere to flee and could only obediently mount the chopping block for a heaven-defying gamble. Sadly, he still failed to break free of fate.'
The Dragon Lord's eldest son, cruelly dismembered and devoured.
'.Hm?'
Abruptly, Lu Yang's gaze shifted. White Chil's talent had far exceeded Tian Qiu's, so the True Lords dispatched by the four powers to carve him up were correspondingly stronger.
'In that previous life, the strongest assailant against Tian Qiu had been merely mid-Golden Core. [Soaring Empyrean Sun-Obscuring True Lord] was late Golden Core, but confined to the underworld and unable to act directly—that was why the Dragon Lord could still fight back. Yet with White Chil, the Dragon Lord didn't even dare stir.'
He could only watch as White Chil was carved up.
Why?
From the memories settled by the [Book of a Hundred Lives], Lu Yang found his answer: 'Because at that time... a late Golden Core great True Lord had descended in person!'
'A great True Lord from the Sword Pavilion!'
"Its honored title: [Rigid Form Preaching True Lord]!"
Unlike the [Soaring Empyrean Sun-Obscuring True Lord], shackled in the underworld, this one could act without restraint. The Dragon Lord dared not confront him head-on.
Otherwise, a single sword from that foe might truly slay the dragon!
As Lu Yang committed this Sword Pavilion great True Lord's title to memory, the [Book of a Hundred Lives] finally bloomed with brilliant golden radiance.
[You have obtained the golden talent: Dragon Butchering Terrace!]
[Dragon Butchering Terrace: A talent watered by blood and hatred, recreating the scene of White Chil's dismemberment and feast. It can seal the life fortune of a single foe.]
While Lu Yang secluded himself, Suo Huan stood outside the cave abode. He could no longer conceal the shock and fury in his heart—his entire face twisted faintly.
'What a godforsaken place, godforsaken place.'
Who exactly was scheming against him?
'If the [Spirit Ruins Blessed Land] has a hidden hand behind it, what of my [Ten Thousand Spirits Returning to Ruins Dao Scripture]? Did I truly escape the [Huanxu Realm] back then?'
Or was he still trapped within the [Huanxu Realm]?
Still sprawled upon that banquet table, carved up by True Lords?
".Bastard!"
Suo Huan ground his steel-like teeth, loath to face reality yet forced to confront it. A blaze roared in his chest, scorching his innards.
Yet at that moment—
"Why so tormented, Dao Friend?"
Suo Huan looked up to see a handsome, relaxed-looking daoist approaching him. He didn't recognize the man and could detect no karmic ties upon him.
"And you are, Dao Friend?"
"I am nameless."
The Listen You Ancestor shook his head. He still carried a measure of fame in these heavens and earth. Fortunately, after the [Book of a Hundred Lives]' baptism, he was free of cause and effect—no one could discern him. But if he revealed his name, that would change, potentially drawing trouble to Lu Yang.
"Greetings, Nameless Dao Friend."
Suo Huan cupped his hands.
Despite the grief and rage churning within, he forcibly reined it in. After all, he'd endured centuries this way—he was long accustomed to it.
"Dao Friend is too courteous."
The Listen You Ancestor returned the gesture, then patted Suo Huan's shoulder and said softly,
"In truth, Dao Friend needn't agonize over this any longer."
"If the sky falls, taller folk will prop it up."
"Even if Dao Friend does nothing, someone else will handle it for you."
Suo Huan paused, his eyes lighting up: Right—if Lu Yang lacked the will to resolve his troubles, why dispel his illusions?
But soon enough, a trace of worry crept into his expression:
"Be that as it may, I have no merits to my name yet. How could I—"
As the saying went: no merit, no reward.
In this godforsaken place, the freest gifts were the costliest. Far better the gains earned through one's own striving than Lu Yang's endless largesse—which left Suo Huan uneasy.
Besides, if he proved his worth, surely Lu Yang's guidance would be all the more attentive?
At that instant, a single thought burned in Suo Huan's mind: He craved progress too fiercely!
Seeing this, the Listen You Ancestor smiled faintly. He drew a talisman from his robes and tossed it to Suo Huan.
"Here—it's for you."
"Hm?"
Suo Huan clasped the talisman.
In the next instant, an overwhelmingly dense incense-fire qi unfurled from it. Glancing back, Suo Huan beheld a heaven-spanning banner.
Beneath the banner, countless phantom images materialized: throngs of carriages and horses, great and small cities, mortals beyond counting. From each rose strands of thought, gathering bit by bit, piling sand into towers—until it all surged into Suo Huan, shattering his qi limits in a flash!
Foundation Establishment perfection!
Almost simultaneously, the Listen You Ancestor broke through to Foundation Establishment perfection under the incense-fire's boost. He turned his gaze toward the distant seas.
"Since this Dao Friend wishes to listen, why lurk so far to eavesdrop?"
"Why not draw near and listen openly?"
The Listen You Ancestor's voice rode the sea tides, cleaving waves as it carried afar. Before long, at the ocean's horizon, a figure emerged.
The man wore flowing monk robes snapping in the wind. His appearance was utterly ordinary, like any novice monk from the Jiangxi Pure Land. Yet behind him floated a majestic golden-body Buddha image: astride a six-tusked white elephant whose mouth cradled a white lotus, seated in the Subduing Demons mudra!
"Who goes there!?"
Suo Huan's expression shifted drastically. The foe had closed to this range, yet until this very moment, his divine sense had registered nothing!
He had survived for years in these outer seas, excelling above all at divine sense scouting.
The slightest breeze or grass-stir would trigger his alarms.
Even a true Foundation Establishment perfection cultivator approaching shouldn't have evaded detection entirely... and yet this one's arrival had caught him utterly off-guard!
But realization dawned swiftly.
Who in the world today didn't know the Pure Land's World Honored One had sent another Buddha Son to trawl for fish? Who dared forget a Buddha Son's dharma image?
Thus, even in these barbarous outer seas with scant intelligence, it was impossible not to recognize the man—or failing that, his unmistakable dharma image.
'[Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation].'
The Buddha Son: Guang Ming!