Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect-Chapter 193: Things Got Out of Hand

Only at this moment was Lü Yang’s scheme finally yielding the desired results. His goal was to incite a four-way war and reap the rewards from the sidelines.

If things continued this way, he would undoubtedly become the final victor.

However, without a doubt, the Heaven and Earth’s Killing Intent that had been locked onto him from the very beginning—the one demanding that "Lü Yang must die Overseas"—would never allow such a thing to happen.

And so, the situation escalated.

It was just like the "Wu Cang Kills Lv Yang" event in his Previous Life; when Wu Cang proved to be no match for Lü Yang, the Heaven and Earth’s Killing Intent had a Daoist Remnant possess him.

The same was true in this life.

The moment Lü Yang, with a masterful display of leverage, used his Abilities to forcefully incite a four-way war, the Heaven and Earth’s Killing Intent began to push a completely new variable into play.

Just then, as Ying Tongshou—his mind clouded by Tribulation Qi—took out a brilliant golden Holy Decree to suppress the Blood Demon Daoist, and as the Blood Demon Daoist prepared to fight to the death, the Holy Decree suddenly erupted with a dazzling, resplendent golden light. In that instant, everyone present froze!

The same thought surfaced in everyone’s mind.

Someone... was watching.

...

「The Dao Court in the East. Dawn.」

The sun was just beginning its ascent, a faint glimmer on the horizon slowly growing to illuminate a towering palace.

Celestial Wu Hall.

And within this palace, beneath layers of heavy curtains, stood a young man in a yellow robe. He was tall and slender, with a handsome, refined face.

Suddenly, the yellow-robed youth opened his eyes and let out a soft sound of surprise. At once, the Coiling Dragon Pillars throughout the Celestial Wu Hall reacted. The carved dragon statues, which should have been mere sculptures, seemed to come to life, baring their fangs and claws as they looked toward the youth from afar.

Every thought, every movement, brought forth a resounding echo.

Throughout all the East, only one person possessed such a strange power: the current generation’s Daoist Court Emperor, a member of the Celestial Wu Royal Family, the sovereign father to the countless millions of the East!

At this moment, he, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open.

Unlike ordinary people, the bloodline of the Celestial Wu Royal Family was special. The Emperor’s Descendants were born with a pair of green eyes, and at this moment, his gaze instantly crossed thousands upon thousands of miles!

「Almost simultaneously, on Blood Demon Island.」

As the Daoist Court Emperor’s gaze arrived, the Holy Decree in Ying Tongshou’s hand floated into the air. It then reflected the light of the heavens, projecting the image of a figure with his hands clasped behind his back.

A mere thought manifested an avatar!

In fact, this wasn’t even an avatar. It was merely a single line of sight projected by the distant Daoist Court Emperor, carrying less than one hundred-millionth of his Mighty Power!

But even so, the moment this avatar of the Daoist Court Emperor appeared, Ying Tongshou fell to his knees without a second thought. On the other side, the Blood Demon Zhenren and Ye Xingfeng, who had been standing in mid-air, stumbled. Their Flying Lights dissipated, and they plummeted from the sky.

Only the Immortal Alliance’s Elder Lin was different.

Not only did he not lose his composure, but he straightened his back, his brows smoothed out, and his expression became wildly arrogant. In an instant, he had transformed into the spitting image of a young man!

"Hahaha! Finally! I’m finally free!"

Elder Lin... or rather, the Daoist Remnant of the Primal Daoist, threw his head back and laughed. The Qi trace emanating from his body skyrocketed, in no way inferior to the Daoist Court Emperor’s avatar!

"Interesting..."

Seeing this, even the Daoist Court Emperor’s avatar couldn’t help but look over, a surprised expression on his face. "There’s actually a Daoist Remnant still remaining in the Overseas?"

Two beings tied to the Golden Core realm!

Although one was an avatar formed from a mere line of sight and the other was a Daoist Remnant created from a failure in Seeking Gold, to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, they still represented a dimension-crushing attack!

But it wasn’t over yet.

SHIIING!

The next second, a dazzling Sword Light also erupted from Ye Xingfeng’s body, originating from a small Jade Sword hanging at his waist.

「Meanwhile, at the Sword Pavilion in the South.」

Atop Zenith Cliff.

There was still that same young True Monarch with red lips and white teeth, a sword resting before his knees, his eyes closed in silence. Behind him, several Sword Pavilion Masters were talking.

"Celestial Punishment Zhenren has been in the Overseas for some time now."

"Why isn’t he back yet?"

"He is a Demon Sect Zhenren, after all. It’s normal for him to be hard to kill. Besides, Celestial Punishment Zhenren holds the Sword Intent left behind by the True Monarch. Nothing should go wrong."

"That’s true..."

Before the words had even faded, a soft sound suddenly echoed across Zenith Cliff.

Instantly, all the Perfected Persons subconsciously held their breath, their gazes nervously shifting to the front of the cliff, toward the red-lipped, white-toothed youth.

Then, to everyone’s shock, they saw the young True Monarch—who had closed his eyes over a hundred years ago and never once opened them—open his eyes. They reflected a splendid light like a field of stars, and he stared straight at them, asking in a calm voice, "What year is it now?"

"Greetings, True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde!"

Facing the saluting Perfected Persons, the young True Monarch simply nodded. He then rose slowly and performed a quick divination with his fingers, his brow gradually furrowing.

’Xing Feng... His fate is entangled in tribulation. Is it because of Tingyou?’

At the mention of the name "Tingyou," the young True Monarch’s expression visibly darkened, and the joy of emerging from seclusion was tinged with gloom.

A thousand years had passed, and few people still knew of Progenitor Tingyou. Even among those who did, very few understood just how stunning he had been back then. However, as Progenitor Tingyou’s direct competitor—his rival on the Dao—the young True Monarch would never forget the shock the man had given him.

At that time, Tingyou was just a Cultivator from a Small Sect who had just reached Foundation Establishment and had not yet reincarnated.

And him? He was a Sword Pavilion Grand Zhenren who had painstakingly cultivated for four lifetimes to achieve Divine Power Perfection. He was already plotting his ascension... one could even say he was just a single step away.

The gap was so immense that he hadn’t paid Progenitor Tingyou any mind at first.

Then, Progenitor Tingyou caught up.

He had gone into seclusion over a hundred years ago to prepare for Seeking Gold, only to learn that a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator from a Small Sect was preparing for the very same thing.

’Was this guy even human?’

What was even more outrageous was that just when he had relied on the advantage of his accumulated years to attain the Fruit one step ahead of him, thinking it was just a false alarm and he could rest easy from then on, that fellow Tingyou actually found an unconventional path—a method to Fake Hold a Golden Position!

So, the young True Monarch took action.

A single slash of his sword to eliminate the threat forever... However, he never expected that in the twilight years of this life, he would hear the name Tingyou once again!

’Such a lingering ghost...’

The young True Monarch exhaled deeply and began his divination again. Soon, more related information surfaced, finally zeroing in on a single name.

’...Lü Yang? Heaven’s Killing Intent?’

At this thought, the young True Monarch raised his head to look at the vast sky and nodded slightly. "In that case, I shall follow the will of Heaven and eliminate this hidden danger."

The next second, with a mere thought.

Almost simultaneously on Blood Demon Island, the Jade Sword at Ye Xingfeng’s waist blazed with light, and an image of the young True Monarch emerged from it, his hands clasped behind his back!

Another True Monarch’s avatar!

And as the Daoist Court Emperor, the Sword Pavilion True Monarch, and the Primal Daoist Evil formed a three-way standoff, the entire Embracing Mountain finally buckled under the pressure and began to collapse.

Lü Yang’s figure appeared not far away.

On the other side was Guang Ming. He had taken nothing and done nothing since entering the Secret Realm, but now, his eyes were overflowing with Buddha Light.

He had, in the end, lost to his "true self."

From within the Buddha Light, the Pure Land’s Bhumba Bodhisattva strolled out, a compassionate smile on his face. Suddenly, the sound of Sanskrit chanting filled heaven and earth.

Just then, the void suddenly split open.

"Insolence!"

The next second, the Perfected Fortune, at Foundation Establishment Perfection, strode out with his hands behind his back and an earth-shattering aura. "Which scoundrel is it? Who dares... dares... dares..."

His voice gradually trailed off.

In mid-air, the avatar of the Daoist Court Emperor, the avatar of the Pure Land Bodhisattva, the avatar of the Sword Pavilion True Monarch, and the Primal Daoist Evil all looked up at the Perfected Fortune at the same time:

"Who did you call insolent!?"

Hearing this, the Perfected Fortune looked at the four of them with a completely baffled expression.

"...Huh?"