Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect Chapter 370 : Who Can Kill Me?

Chapter 370: Who Can Kill ?

In the Southern Frontier, beneath layers of clouds.

Within the military camp, \[King of the South Suppression] Wu Tai'an closed his eyes, recalling the last scene he had witnessed: "Did the Myriad Poisons Sect have so mysterious treasure erge?"

At this thought, he couldn't help but consider using his innate blue eyes to observe carefully. However, after so contemplation, he abandoned this tempting idea—not because he couldn't see through the Myriad Poisons Sect's protective formation, but because it was difficult to do so without alerting those within the formation.

"Forget it."

Wu Tai'an quickly gathered his thoughts. If this were within the Dao Court's territory, his domineering nature would have led him to satisfy his curiosity without hesitation.

However, this was the Southern Frontier.

The Myriad Poisons Sect was not a concern, but Lü Yang was, after all, a True Person of the Sword Pavilion and a disciple of that Daoist Dangmo. There was no need to create complications over such a trivial matter.

After all, he had more important matters in the Southern Frontier.

In the next mont, Wu Tai'an turned and walked back into his military tent, dismissed his attendants, and then took out an ancient and square prayer wheel from his bosom.

"Click-clack."

Wu Tai'an channeled his spiritual power, slowly turning the prayer wheel. Though it appeared to be an ordinary object, it inexplicably required a trendous amount of his spiritual power.

As the prayer wheel turned, each rotation emitted a strand of Buddhist light. Initially, it was just a spark, but it quickly transford into a bright fla. Within the firelight, the image of a monk gradually erged, hands clasped together in a smile, making eye contact with him.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Wu is finally willing to see ."

The monk smiled slightly, exuding a strange aura. He appeared dignified and composed, yet his deanor was inexplicably sowhat timid.

These two conflicting styles were perfectly integrated within him.

"Guang Ming."

Wu Tai'an's expression remained calm: "Initially, you were just an ordinary novice disciple of the Pure Land, not even a True Person, yet overnight, your personality changed drastically."

"That day, the \[True Lord of Morning Truth and Great Void] initiated a grand era."

"All the Bodhisattvas went into hiding, but a single Dharma image fell from the \[Heaven of Freedom] to the human world, landing precisely on you, making you the Buddha's child."

Wu Tai'an directly recounted the process of Guang Ming becoming the Buddha's child, clearly having investigated it nurous tis. Yet, no matter how many tis he reviewed the story, it always seed absurd. Did they truly believe that blessings would fall from the sky? That such a coincidence would happen to him? Were all the Arhats dead?

Therefore, now, he had only one question in his heart:

"May I ask if it was the Venerable in person?"

Wu Tai'an bowed deeply. All the True Lords had gone into hiding; who could be the exception? Naturally, it was the Nascent Soul Dao Lord! Moreover, the World-Honored One of the Pure Land had a precedent!

However, in response to Wu Tai'an's inquiry, Guang Ming rely smiled.

He recalled the experience of that day. When the Dharma image descended, he had fled everywhere, but in the end, he ran directly into it.

The subsequent feeling was sothing he still couldn't accurately describe. It wasn't that he hadn't been possessed by an Arhat before—that was a privilege of the Pure Land's higher-ups—but such possessions were very clear, and as the original owner of the body, he felt them deeply, instinctively generating a sense of rejection.

But that ti was different.

That ti, when the Dharma image rged with him, he felt no rejection, only saying: "Ah! I didn't expect that I am actually the incarnation of the World-Honored One!"

And then, nothing more.

His consciousness didn't change, his mories didn't change, and his personality didn't change. Therefore, in response to Wu Tai'an's inquiry, he could only smile.

Because he didn't know either.

'Am I Guang Ming? Or am I the World-Honored One?'

These questions didn't matter. What mattered was that now, the \[Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] had already descended upon him, giving him an innate mission.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Wu, you are attached to appearances."

Guang Ming smiled and looked down at Wu Tai'an: "You took my prayer wheel because of our karmic connection. Now that I have descended, there should be four disciples accompanying westward to seek the golden truth."

"These four disciples each have their own origins."

"The \[Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] has already determined the karmic connections: one person each from Jiangdong, Jiangbei, Jiangnan, and overseas, all can attain the supre Bodhi fruit."

"You are one of them."

Guang Ming's words caused Wu Tai'an's body to tremble slightly. With his cultivation, he couldn't control his physical body, showing the intensity of his emotional fluctuation.

'The World-Honored One... it truly is the World-Honored One in person! The \[Victorious Intention Born of Brightness Mandala World Manifestation] is exactly the sa as the \[Great Compassionate Mandala World View] of the past! This clearly indicates that the World-Honored One has established karmic connections and invited to be his disciple. As long as I accept this fate, he promises a supre golden position in the future!'

"Disciple pays respects to Master!"

Even though the Guang Ming before him was not even a fraction of his age, Wu Tai'an didn't hesitate at all. He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed three tis with loud thuds.

In the Dao Court, such occurrences were already commonplace.

At the sa ti, his heart was filled with boundless confidence. The World-Honored One personally promised him! Granted him a golden position! This ti, his quest for gold was undoubtedly a sure victory!

"Good."

Seeing Wu Tai'an decisively kowtow, Guang Ming smiled and nodded, then slightly tilted his ear, as if listening to sothing, before speaking again:

"Indeed, it is the destined karmic connection."

"There's no better ti than the present. Today, besides Benefactor Wu, there is another benefactor who also has a master-disciple connection with this humble monk. It's just right to et together."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tai'an imdiately frowned.

'Another person? Who?'

As a cultivator of the Dao Court, palace intrigue was already ingrained in Wu Tai'an's bones. Before Guang Ming's words had even faded, he instinctively felt a sense of hostility.

'Could it be...'

Wu Tai'an pondered. The World-Honored One wouldn't choose a rogue cultivator as a disciple; if he were to choose, it would certainly be from the four major forces. Besides him, who else was there in the Southern Frontier?

'...That Sword Pavilion True Person?'

This speculation beca more certain when Guang Ming looked towards the direction of the Myriad Poisons Sect. But Wu Tai'an just couldn't understand: what qualifications did that Sword Pavilion True Person have?

Not even at the peak of Foundation Establishnt!

Why did the World-Honored One favor him?

"Hiss!"

For so reason, even though he had just slain Long Yue and should have been in high spirits, Lü Yang suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

'What's going on?'

Lü Yang looked up, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, along with a sense of urgency: 'The longer the night, the more dreams. It's better to finish things quickly and settle my true body.'

At this thought, Lü Yang imdiately ford the \[Commanding Mountain Moving True thod] seal.

With the support of this technique, the mountain gate of the Myriad Poisons Sect suddenly cracked open, revealing the interior of the mountain—a natural karst cave ca into view.

Inside the cave was a liquid pool.

The intense moonlight fell into the pool. Although Lü Yang had already emptied the previously accumulated imperial nectar, it was only a matter of ti before it accumulated again.

In the next mont, Lü Yang's consciousness returned to his true body. He strode into the pool, and instantly, an unprecedented feeling of harmony with heaven and earth surged in his heart, as if a baby returning to the womb. In his ears, lodious murmurs sounded, as if explaining the great Dao of heaven and earth to him.

"Good... good!"

Lü Yang's face showed joy: "As long as I stay in this Moon Worship Pool, the nurturing ti for the celestial spirit is not a problem at all. At most thirty years, and I will reach perfection!"

Foundation Establishnt perfection—the highest level below True Person.

By then, who could kill him!?

At this thought, Lü Yang suddenly felt a bit sleepy.

Since he had been able to replace sleep with ditation, Lü Yang had never slept again. In his nine lifetis of cultivation, this was the first ti he felt drowsy.

Perhaps he should sleep for a while?

Anyway, there was no rush. With his avatar keeping watch outside, he could completely take a nap. When he woke up, heaven and earth would naturally have arranged everything.

"...Hmm?"

Boom!!!

Like a thunderclap, Lü Yang's thoughts forcibly surged amidst his drowsiness. His closing eyelids were abruptly forced open a crack from the darkness.

'Sothing's wrong! Sothing is wrong!'

'But... since when did it start going wrong?'

Why hadn't he noticed?

In an instant, chaotic thoughts continuously surfaced and shattered in Lü Yang's mind, finally transforming into a clear and definite command:

'\[Tribulation Wave]!'

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