Chapter 92: Daoist Non-Action, Fearless and Meaningless!

Mo Wugui? When Lu Daocheng recognized the person currently locked in battle with another, he could not help but feel a bit surprised.

How could he be here? If he remembered correctly, hadn't he already broken through to the Emperor Realm and successfully achieved Ascension over a hundred years ago?

Is it possible to return after Ascension? What kind of illusion is this? And who is the person standing with Mo Wugui? Lu Daocheng felt more and more that his current environment was becoming increasingly bewildering.

Unable to make up his mind, he could only hold his position for now; at this moment, the massive figure blocking his path noticed he had woken up, turned its head, and revealed that ferocious face.

Even though Lu Daocheng felt this was an illusion, he still could not help but feel a sense of trepidation, especially since he currently had no Spirit Power in his meridians.

Yet, unexpectedly, the Poor Oddity saw him wake up and actually said, "You were actually able to wake up?"

"That old man transformed you into a half-human, half-demon constitution; I could smell it the moment I caught your scent. You are truly lucky to have survived."

Lu Daocheng could not help but freeze up again.

The Poor Oddity... spoke?

In this world, beasts with cultivation can all refine their throat bones to speak human language, but Fierce Beasts are different.

Spirit Beasts are born by seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

Fierce Beasts, however, are loathed by heaven and earth.

It is said that a long time ago, the Poor Oddity did indeed speak human language, but after he fell into the demonic path, he became a mindless demonic beast.

Lu Daocheng felt more and more that the illusion he was in was utterly absurd, but a different thought emerged in his heart—a thought that made him feel incredulous.

What if.

He meant, what if.

What if this isn't an illusion?

Lu Daocheng dared not make any changes and could only give a soft "mm," meeting the unknown with the unchanging.

In the distance.

A victor had finally been decided between Mo Wugui and Lu Ren.

Mo Wugui was drenched in blood, covered in wounds carved by a sword, and his legs went limp, causing him to kneel before Lu Ren.

He was filled with disbelief, staring fixedly at Lu Ren, who had caused his defeat.

How is this possible?

He could sense that the wounds on his body were almost all carved out by Lu Ren like a cat playing with a mouse.

He was that mouse.

And Lu Ren was the cat, high above, toying with him.

But...

But this is impossible!!

Mo Wugui prided himself on being a veteran Supreme Saint, having stepped into the Supreme Saint realm for thousands of years, and now possessed the strength of the seventh rank.

There was no way he could lose to Lu Ren, who had only recently entered the Supreme Saint realm.

No matter how much he refused to believe it, he was already lying here.

Lu Ren's sword was at his throat.

His cold gaze swept up and down, as if looking at a rare commodity, but after only a fleeting moment, he had already lost interest.

Red Lotus Karma Fire was attached to the tip of his sword, eroding Mo Wugui's shell and soaking into his soul, dyeing him into a man of fire.

In just a brief moment, Mo Wugui had burned into ashes.

Yet Lu Ren was not happy.

He frowned faintly and poked at the pile of ashes, fishing out a crystal core that had lost its luster.

"Let him escape."

Mo Wugui had clearly used some kind of life-substitution method.

Lu Ren felt slightly annoyed.

But it was fine.

Once the Red Lotus Karma Fire burns, even if there are few ways to suppress it, the fire's energy will gradually erode his soul; unless Mo Wugui can find pure water to cleanse his body, he will be forever submerged in the burning of the Karma Fire.

Lu Ren sheathed his sword and turned to walk toward Lu Daocheng.

Seeing that Lu Daocheng had already woken up, Lu Ren also felt a bit surprised and asked, "How do you feel?" "..." Lu Daocheng was silent for a moment.

He truly could not figure out what was going on, but he could only follow the flow of events.

"I'm fine, no major problems."

The Poor Oddity said carelessly from the side, "Master, don't listen to this guy's nonsense. I just sensed that his heart has already been inscribed with Magic Patterns by that old man. If it's not dealt with in time, I reckon this kid will only be able to be a half-human, half-demon monster in the future."

Master?

Lu Daocheng's brow could not help but twitch.

This is the Poor Oddity's master!?

The master of the already destroyed Wanren City? Is this an illusion?

"That serious?" Lu Ren frowned slightly.

Although Lu Daocheng is a Child of Luck, if he were truly transformed into a half-human, half-demon, it would indeed be quite dangerous.

He did not delay and signaled for the Poor Oddity to put Lu Daocheng on its back.

"Let's return to the city first and see if the family physicians have a way to treat the injury and remove the Magic Patterns from your heart."

If they cannot be removed, he would have to change his heart.

Or die and be reborn.

But all of this was based on the premise that the corrosiveness of the Magic Patterns was not too strong.

Lu Daocheng nodded cautiously.

Lying on the Poor Oddity's back, he followed all the way back to Wanren City, feeling more and more bewildered.

Especially when he discovered that the bone age of this body was only ten to twenty years old, it made him feel even more incredulous.

What was he doing when he was a teenager? As a teenager, he had long since buried his parents, was wandering everywhere fighting wild dogs for food, and had not yet had the chance to step onto the path of cultivation.

It was not until he was in his twenties that he finally obtained his fortuitous encounter, step by step, treading over a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, without any friends, relatives, or lovers, to ascend to the position of Demon Emperor and walk a path of hegemony through a long river of blood.

Thinking back on it now, a thousand years have actually passed.

Would the version of himself from a thousand years later also fall into the illusions of his teenage years?

Lu Daocheng lowered his eyelids, silent and speechless.

Just then, a large hand gently patted his head.

Lu Daocheng was startled at first because he had failed to dodge it, but then he looked up in a daze, and what met his eyes was Lu Ren's slightly soothing smile.

Lu Ren said softly, "Don't be afraid, the Family Head will back you up in everything; if the clan physicians cannot heal your heart, then I will take you to the Tianji Pavilion and to Medicine King Valley to find a way."

The earnest care in his eyes was so obvious.

Lu Daocheng had thought himself a person who had severed all emotions and love, yet he could not help but feel his heart tremble.

He lowered his eyelids and could not help but smile mockingly.

He thought that he already understood where the threat of this illusion lay.

The mastermind behind the scenes had likely used the wrong method.

When he was a teenager, perhaps he was still yearning for family affection, but now, at over a thousand years old, he had long since tempered a heart of stone.

Affection?

That is not something a person who cultivates the Non-Action Dao should have.

Non-action means no fear, and with no fear, naturally, nothing matters.

If they wanted to use so-called affection to forge his Heart Demon, then this method was somewhat inferior.

The resolve in Lu Daocheng's heart collapsed with a boom after returning to the Lu Family.

Lu Daoshuang was in a hurry when she saw Lu Ren and Lu Daocheng returning from outside the clan.

She was somewhat surprised: "How did you get injured? The injury is so severe..."

She then said: "Today, while I was organizing the Library Pavilion within the clan, I discovered some Image Recording Stones; the clan has a habit of recording the changes in the city every month, and I found some past footage inside that you might need."

"In this Image Recording Stone, I have extracted the scene of when your mother was still alive."

"Can you make use of it?"

(End of this chapter)