Chapter 293: Go Eat Shit!

By the time Lu Yang came to his senses, Suo Huan had already been pierced by Li Jie Bo, and the divine mystery of Duanmu Yuan Tu on the sword began to operate at a frantic pace in that very moment.

Those killed by this sword have all their karmic ties severed!

Originally, multiple karmic ties were entwined around Suo Huan; after the various True Lords helped him seek the Golden Nature, they naturally intended to use these karmic ties to carve him up completely.

The Blessed Land belongs to the Pure Land.

The Golden Nature belongs to the Dao Court.

The Fruit Position belongs to the Holy Sect.

Not to mention that the current True Lord Qingcheng Feixue is still borrowing these karmic ties to transfer a portion of the backlash force from the Netherworld onto Suo Huan.

However, now that Suo Huan is dead, the karmic ties have shattered under the divine mystery of Duanmu Yuan Tu; the remaining Blessed Land and Golden Nature of Suo Huan instantly became ownerless things, and True Lord Qingcheng Feixue can no longer transfer the backlash, forced to endure it himself. This means the benefits are gone, while the costs have increased significantly!

This is the trump card of Ang Xiao.

Why did he want to help Lu Yang refine Li Jie Bo? Besides using Lu Yang's predicament to create a ritual and thereby seek the attention of Fu Deng Huo,

the more important reason was this divine mystery of Duanmu Yuan Tu!

He used Suo Huan's hands to refine this spiritual sword specifically to, at the most critical moment, use this karmic-severing divine mystery to bring this situation to fruition!

"Do you intend to continue fighting me, or go grab the Blessed Land and the Golden Nature?"

Ang Xiao let out a loud laugh, but before his words had even finished, most of the True Lords had already stopped and reached out toward the Lingxu Blessed Land and Suo Huan's Golden Nature.

The Pure Land and the Dao Court immediately chose to abandon their pursuit of Ang Xiao, after all, the Lingxu Blessed Land and Suo Huan's Golden Nature were originally things they had set their sights on; if someone else snatched them away, their entire expedition would be a total loss. As for suppressing Ang Xiao, that was a relatively long-term interest.

Long-term interest means it can be delayed.

But the Lingxu Blessed Land and Suo Huan's Golden Nature are short-term benefits; if you miss this village, there won't be another shop. How could one casually give them up?

Besides, hasn't Ang Xiao already been injured?

That's enough; it's impossible to kill Ang Xiao anyway, so why make an enemy for life? Compared to that, gaining more benefits is far more practical.

"As expected, I still have to rely on myself!"

High above the Qiong Tian, True Lord Qingcheng Feixue saw this and sneered coldly, showing no intention of stopping at all; instead, she attacked Ang Xiao even more frantically!

Seeing this, Ang Xiao's expression instantly changed: "Shrew! Madwoman!"

He never expected that after seeing the other True Lords stop, True Lord Qingcheng Feixue, knowing her realm was lower than his, would still insist on engaging him in a prolonged struggle!

You must know that the reason True Lord Qingcheng Feixue was able to trap him this time, causing him severe injuries, was partly because he was still enduring the backlash from the Netherworld, and partly because she had drawn the combined forces of True Lords from all sides. But now, only this madwoman remains; on what basis does she dare to fight him?

Is she not capable of weighing the pros and cons of an action that yields no benefit?

Didn't she see that even the other Holy Sect True Lords had stopped?

However, since True Lord Qingcheng Feixue had done this, Ang Xiao had no choice but to furiously surge his magic power and continue to stalemate with her.

But Ang Xiao's cultivation was, after all, higher.

Therefore, under the tug-of-war between the two sides, the one who ultimately gained the upper hand was still him; Fu Deng Huo continued to fall step by step, flying toward the gate of the Netherworld.

However, he also paid a price.

Below, the Dao Sin of Master Chongguang, which Ang Xiao had refined into a clone, had already begun to burn. Even the Fruit Position treasure Tongming Yi Yun Lu Shu was completely sacrificed by him. This meant that after this battle, if he did not obtain Fu Deng Huo, he would have no second chance.

Because over these many years, only Master Chongguang had proven Fu Deng Huo.

Without his Dao Sin as a medium, Fu Deng Huo would no longer cast its gaze downward; if he wanted to drag it into the Netherworld again, the difficulty would skyrocket several times over.

At least, it would be impossible before the Great Calamity of a Thousand Years arrived.

'Only victory is allowed, no defeat!'

Ang Xiao's gaze was grim; he had already placed all his chips on the gambling table. Even though True Lord Qingcheng Feixue was still obstructing him, it was of no avail.

However, at the same time.

'You beast!'

Lu Yang held Li Jie Bo, his expression ugly. What made him even more frustrated was that even this angry curse he dared only to mutter in his heart, not daring to speak it aloud.

'There is something wrong with Li Jie Bo. After all, it is related to a True Lord; how could it not have a hidden hand left behind? It might not even be just this one hidden hand. Unless I use the Book of a Hundred Lives to cleanse it, I dare not use it again. Who knows if it might kill me with a single sword strike next time?'

This has nothing to do with the will of the sword spirit of Li Jie Bo itself.

Ang Xiao's hidden hand had completely exceeded the limits of this semi-true treasure; even if the sword spirit was unwilling, it still could not disobey the other party's control.

Thinking of this, Lu Yang could not help but raise his head.

At this moment, Suo Huan was already dead, his soul scattered to the four winds. The Blessed Land and Golden Nature were being carved up and fought over by True Lords from all sides, so no one paid attention to him, a mere small figure.

Yes, a small figure.

These were Suo Huan's last words before his death; that sigh still echoed in Lu Yang's ears: "We small figures can only drift with the tide."

"If you walk the right path, you might ride the momentum upward."

"If you walk the wrong path, you will be buried at the bottom of the sea."

"Fellow Daoist, listen to my advice and give up. You cannot fight those my lords in the sky. Having escaped this deathly situation this time, it would be better to just live out your life in peace."

"Foundation Establishment completion, five lifetimes of longevity; over a thousand years of time is already not bad."

"Do not make the same mistake of self-destruction as I did."

When leaving these final words, Suo Huan's tone was very calm.

Was he at peace? Lu Yang did not think so; he believed it was numbness, despair. The sea of bitterness is hard to cross; he thought seeking the Golden Nature was nothing but aiming too high.

However, after a moment of silence, Lu Yang smiled.

The sea of bitterness is hard to cross? Heaven's will is hard to defy?

'Fellow Daoist Suo Huan, in the next life, I will cross you over!'

The very next second, Lu Yang looked at Ang Xiao and True Lord Qingcheng Feixue, who were still in fierce battle, and horizontally held the sword tip, placing it against his own neck.

"Hm!?"

Almost simultaneously, Ang Xiao felt a connection and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Yang.

The ritual he used to draw Fu Deng Huo was formed based on "helping Lu Yang reverse an inevitable death situation," so all the karmic ties were on Lu Yang.

However—

'What if I die?'

Lu Yang's mind was utterly clear now: if he died, it meant 'reversal had failed,' the ritual would collapse, and 【Fu Fu Deng Huo】 would naturally retreat again!

This was undoubtedly not what 【Ang Xiao】 wanted—he had already paid such a heavy price; how could he let it all come to naught at the last moment?

Thus, a voice soon drifted over:

'Young friend, what do you want?'

【Ang Xiao】's tone remained calm, believing Lu Yang had simply recognized the situation and was now haggling—he therefore cut straight to the point.

'The amount of metal essence I summon doesn't matter.'

Lu Yang replied just as calmly, indifferently.

'Good!'

【Ang Xiao】 made no attempt to bargain; he nodded immediately, diverting just enough energy to seize a thread of metal essence while still suppressing Qingcheng Feixue Zhenjun.

Because his demand was so small, the Zhenjuns granted him this courtesy; after completing this, 【Ang Xiao】 ignored Lu Yang entirely, withdrawing his gaze—he believed Lu Yang could never kill himself, only taking advantage of the chaos, and now that he had satisfied him, Lu Yang would naturally show sense.

He even admired Lu Yang's opportunistic move.

'Has skill, has strategy, has courage—he's a talent; useful in the future.'

【Ang Xiao】 pondered inwardly, thinking how best to use Lu Yang as a pawn—after all, strictly speaking, he had just saved Lu Yang's life.

What was one thread of metal essence? He could recover it easily later.

The karmic debt of saving his life—he'd collect from Lu Yang for a lifetime!

Yet the next second.

'Puch!'

【Ang Xiao】, who had just withdrawn his gaze, froze instantly; his ever-calm expression finally cracked, revealing a rare flash of furious shock.

He turned back—and saw Lu Yang grinning at him with a cruel smirk.

The summoned thread of metal essence had already been stowed away, and 【Li Jie Bo】 had just slashed across his throat, severing his karmic ties as well!

'Boom!'

Almost simultaneously, the 【Fu Fu Deng Huo】, which had still been descending, instantly lost its glow and retreated again, slipping cleanly out of 【Ang Xiao】's grasp!

'Die!!!'

For the first time, 【Ang Xiao】's voice erupted across heaven and earth, thick with furious rage—a terrifying pressure that startled even the Zhenjuns.

Yet Lu Yang showed no fear; he raised his middle finger to the sky, head held high.

Want 【Fu Fu Deng Huo】?

Want 【Chang Liushui】?

Want to become the Dao Lord?

'Go eat shit!'

This time, Lu Yang made no pretense—he no longer whispered in his heart, but roared aloud, then detonated himself with a thunderous blast!

'Hundred Generations Book!'

(End of Chapter)