Chapter 445
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Translator: Ace
Chapter:
Chapter Title: True Lords Descend
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Jiangxi, above the Pure Land.
The Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation was evidently extremely wary of Lu Yang, having already determined in his heart that this bearer of great fortune was a standard Primal Saint Sect True Lord.
Even Lu Yang could see that the other's attitude seemed tough on the surface, but was actually blustering to hide weakness. Of course, the main reason was insufficient strength. The Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation himself remained limited to the Foundation Establishment stage, incomparable to a True Lord.
‘Earthly Buddha Realm.’
Lu Yang's eyes shone brightly. Empowered by the might of Covered Lamp Fire, his gaze pierced through many secrets, seeing past the thick Buddhist radiance before him.
“You!”
The Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation's voice carried a hint of anger.
“Even a True Lord cannot act so rudely in my Pure Land!”
“Peering into the secrets of the Buddha Realm—are you trying to tear off the facade?”
Solemn Buddhist chants resounded, mobilizing the Earthly Buddha Realm to resist Lu Yang's scrutiny. This mighty power was nearly invincible at the Foundation Establishment level.
Unfortunately, his opponent had completely surpassed this level. Lu Yang didn't even need to mobilize mana; with just a flicker of thought, the entire Earthly Buddha Realm stagnated. The Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation froze in place, flames then erupting across his entire body.
“Hoo.”
Lu Yang pursed his lips and exhaled. That majestic, grand dharma image immediately shattered on the spot like it was being subjected to lingchi, exploding into streams of light scattering across the sky.
‘The gap is too vast.’
Having cultivated through many lifetimes, Lu Yang once again felt the sensation from back when he, at Qi Refining, paid audience to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. They appeared to be the same species, but were in truth separated like clouds from mud.
Lu Yang beckoned with his hand, and three streams of golden essence fell successively into his palm. They belonged unmistakably to Perfected Being Yet Evil, Prince Who Pacifies the South Wu Tai'an, and the Victorious Will Generating Brilliance Dharani Heaven Worldly Manifestation. Adding the Immortal Spirit Upper Chapter's golden essence, this amounted to four golden talents!
At this thought, Lu Yang shifted his gaze.
The next moment, the sole surviving Primal Saint Sect Perfected Being, Xiang Ye, nervously swallowed. Without another word, he decisively opened his sea of consciousness.
“This junior Xiang Ye pays respects to the True Lord of Heavenly Fortune and Bright Light!”
Before the words finished falling, Xiang Ye proactively offered his golden essence, respectfully saying,
“This is the golden essence this junior cultivated for the True Lord to practice. Please accept it, True Lord.”
Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction at the sight.
As expected, the Primal Saint Sect's Perfected Beings knew their place!
“Rest assured, I'm no bloodthirsty killer.” Lu Yang chuckled lightly, taking not all of Xiang Ye's golden essence, but merely a wisp.
Enough for the Book of a Hundred Lives to tally.
Only after finishing this did he regard Xiang Ye indifferently.
“Now only you remain. What are you dazing for? Go on and continue seeking gold.”
“. . . Ah?”
These words stunned Xiang Ye.
Truth be told, from the moment Lu Yang appeared in True Lord form, he'd given up any hope of seeking gold, never imagining Lu Yang would simply let him proceed!
‘Is there a trap?’
This thought flashed first through Xiang Ye's mind. But beholding the smiling Lu Yang before him, he quickly realized one thing:
‘The arrow is nocked; it must fly!’
Whether trap or not, refusal was impossible!
“This junior obeys!”
Xiang Ye was decisive by nature. With the thought firm, he instantly severed all hesitation, devoting his full spirit to sensing the fruition position.
The next second, crisp water sounds gradually arose from Xiang Ye's body. Clear, chilling brilliance wafted from him like an icy spring, nurturing without end. Finally, a blessed land vista emerged, featuring a single wellspring amid the scene. Hundreds of families tapped it to drink together; myriad people drew from it to sustain life.
【Water from the Spring】!
This was the fruition position Xiang Ye sought to prove. Gaze projected, blessed land sensed, he immediately surged upward, claiming that supreme heaven-earth position!
Lu Yang observed from the side.
Throughout, his expression remained utterly calm. Though reclaiming the Immortal Spirit had given him the means to seek Pomegranate Wood, he made no attempt.
‘Because in false-held gold position state, I cannot seek gold.’
To seek Pomegranate Wood required exiting the false-hold state. But in the current situation, doing so would be suicide.
‘And this Earthly Buddha Realm is a massive pit!’
The reason was simple. This Earthly Buddha Realm encompassed White Wax Gold, a must-have for the Soaring Empyrean Sun-Obscuring True Lord!
‘A fundamental Great Dao conflict. Needless to say, the Soaring Empyrean Sun-Obscuring True Lord won't allow White Wax Gold to enter the Pure Land's Earthly Buddha Realm; he'll surely intervene. Thus, me seizing the Buddha Realm would play into his hands. Better a scapegoat takes the bullet.’
There was more.
‘As I suspected earlier, heaven-earth fruition positions' ownership likely isn't held by True Lords—in other words, I probably can't carry them upon reopening.’
Very troublesome.
Robbing fruition positions that can't be carried—what use?
Thus, even City Head Earth held no interest for Lu Yang now. In his eyes, the true value lay in Perfected Being Demon-Quelling's bequeathed Sword Dao.
‘Because the Sword Dao fruition position differs from the rest. Empty-proven by Perfected Being Demon-Quelling, it's truly ownerless. If I claim it and reopen, there's every chance to carry it away with Seven Luminaries Heaven! That's the genuine priceless treasure!’
At this thought, Lu Yang abruptly looked up, heart stirring.
‘Finally couldn't hold back, eh.’
“Boom!”
High in the firmament, the fruition star symbolizing Wall Earth blazed to utmost brilliance. A heaven-shaking thunderclap suddenly reverberated.
Immediately, a figure emerged from the starlight.
Shrouded head to toe in clear radiance, his silhouette resembled a youthful man in full bloom. Merely his leaking aura made the four realms of the world resonate!
【Heaven-Receiving Orthodox Virtue True Lord】!
At this moment, this Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion True Lord showed no sign of the immense cost—burning his grotto-heaven—to descend. His mana remained abundant.
Across the heavens, every Foundation Establishment cultivator practicing Wall Earth sensed it in their hearts, trembling in dread!
This was lineage suppression. As Wall Earth's True Lord, he wielded absolute life-and-death authority over his subordinate lineage's Perfected Beings—like an emperor over beggars!
Beneath the clear radiance, a pair of sword eyes manifested.
Heaven-Receiving Orthodox Virtue True Lord's target was clear. Upon manifesting, his profound gaze locked straight onto Lu Yang, as if peering through to his roots.
Yet this was not the end.
Almost simultaneously, in Jiangxi's vaulted sky, another starlight ignited—no less radiant than the re-manifest Wall Earth!
From that starlight stepped another figure.
Her form graceful and swaying, like Heaven-Receiving Orthodox Virtue True Lord, she too was a familiar face to Lu Yang—the Pure Land's Treasure Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva!
“Amitabha!”
In that instant, heaven and earth plunged into silence.
【Heaven-Receiving Orthodox Virtue True Lord】, 【Treasure Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva】.
The two True Lords simultaneously turned their gazes upon Lu Yang. Eyes icy, transcendent beyond the mortal, devoid of all worldly emotion.
Yet facing their scrutiny, Lu Yang merely smiled faintly.
His tone was serene, devoid of panic—only eager anticipation, like a great vow fulfilled, as though he'd awaited this day for ages:
“Who dares battle me?”