Chapter 935 - 930: Only for Oneself

Chapter 935: Chapter 930: Only for Oneself

RUMBLE!

Lü Yang stood above the Celestial Court of the Profound Spirit Realm. He reached out a hand, and in an instant, it covered the sky and the earth. When it descended upon the Overseas, the entire region seemed to tremble.

"Immortal Monarch of Tribulation!"

"Why is it him again..."

For a moment, all Living Creatures across the vast Overseas trembled in fear. Feeling the unparalleled suppression of his Position, almost all of them dropped to their knees. Such a method made even Perfected Lords feel a bit terrified.

It wasn’t because they couldn’t do something similar. When it came to bullying Lower Cultivators, Immortal Pivot True Monarchs had plenty of tricks. The key was the specific method Lü Yang displayed.

They wondered in shock, "It isn’t condensed from Mana. That hand is a Dharma Body of true flesh and blood. He didn’t tear through the void, but genuinely reached out from the Profound Spirit Realm and straight into the Immortal Pivot. Just how massive is his Dharma Body? Has he truly not mastered the Dao of Arcane Body? What about the Master of Dao? Will the Master of Dao not come out and intervene?"

"Who the hell can stop this?" they thought.

At this moment, the sky over the Overseas went dark. The giant hand blotted out the sun and sky, enclosing Suo Huan and the Fruit of Long-Flow Water entirely within its palm. It severed all karmic links, preventing anyone from prying into what was happening inside.

"Master of Tribulation!"

In an instant, endless smoke billowed out beside Suo Huan, tearing open a rift to reveal Ang Xiao’s figure. "Are you really going to make an enemy of me?"

This was the entrance to the Netherworld! This was no Earth-Walking Avatar, but Ang Xiao’s true body. Separated only by the barrier between the Netherworld and the Current World, he confronted Lü Yang directly!

"You misunderstand, Senior," Lü Yang smiled amiably. "From discussing the Dao with you previously, this junior has benefited immensely. How could I choose to make an enemy of you at a time like this?"

*You fucking know you benefited immensely?!*

Ang Xiao’s eyes darkened. The thought of Lü Yang freeloading off him just moments ago made his Qi trace fluctuate violently, but he ultimately endured it.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Just saving someone," Lü Yang replied indifferently.

"...What?"

At this, Ang Xiao truly couldn’t maintain his composure. His tone paused in a rare show of disbelief, almost suspecting he had misheard Lü Yang’s words. Saving someone? Was that something a Saint Sect True Monarch should fucking do?

However, Lü Yang didn’t care about Ang Xiao’s thoughts, nor was he lying. The reason he acted this time was genuinely just to save someone—to save Suo Huan.

Lü Yang recalled, "Back then in the Overseas, Ang Xiao used Fellow Daoist Suo Huan and me as chess pieces. At the time, the only thing I could do was self-destruct, making his efforts fall short of success."

However, things were different now. He had grown stronger and gained the ability to be the Master of his own fate. Even Ang Xiao had to treat him as an honored guest, unwilling to have an open falling-out with him.

But what about Suo Huan?

He thought, "Fellow Daoist Suo Huan is ultimately an Outer Heaven Wanderer with a weak foundation. Becoming a Perfected Lord was already incredibly fortunate. There is almost no hope for him to progress any further."

Even now, the Suo Huan within the Righteous Banner was only at the Fake Middle Stage Golden Core, and his path forward was hopeless. At the same time, the Suo Huan in the Current World was still walking the old path of Lü Yang’s memories—being used by Ang Xiao, on the verge of dying with a heart full of grief and indignation.

He could, of course, ignore it. After all, this wasn’t his good brother from the Righteous Banner. The Current World’s Suo Huan and the Banner Spirit Suo Huan were no longer the same person. Why should he offend Ang Xiao by meddling in other people’s business?

Furthermore, even if he did meddle and save the Current World’s Suo Huan, how should he handle him? In the end, he would still have to make him fuse with the Banner Spirit Suo Huan. What difference was that from saving him just to kill him? As a result, it could even further enrage Ang Xiao. It was practically a thankless task.

But Lü Yang still did it.

"The Fellow Daoist Suo Huan who was plotted against by Ang Xiao alongside me back then can never return, ultimately," he reasoned. "I will just treat this as satisfying a bit of my capriciousness."

As for Ang Xiao... so what if he provoked him?

"I cultivated painstakingly, struggling through over a dozen lifetimes to finally achieve what I have today. I couldn’t afford to provoke him before, and if I still can’t afford to provoke him now, haven’t I cultivated in vain?" he mused. "It’s just saving someone, not taking his life. I bet he wouldn’t dare have a falling-out with me! With my current over-the-top strength, as long as a Great Perfected Lord doesn’t appear, I don’t fear anyone. So why should I be timid? I’ll do whatever the fuck I want!"

"Daoist, I am here to deliver you!"

RUMBLE!

The next second, Lü Yang closed his hand, instantly severing the connection between Suo Huan and the Fruit of Long-Flow Water. He then took out the Daoist Remnant that Mu Changsheng had left in the Overseas Immortal Alliance and used it to replace Suo Huan’s position. After all, Mu Changsheng had also cultivated the Fruit of Long-Flow Water back in the day, so his Daoist Remnant could similarly sense this Fruit.

"Hmph..."

Seeing this, Ang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Lü Yang thought, unless absolutely necessary, he truly didn’t want to turn hostile and make an enemy of him. After all, the other party’s ambitions were clearly not small either. When it came time for him to seek validation in the Netherworld, the other party could very well become a powerful external aid, subsequently helping to draw a wave of firepower from the Masters of Dao.

However, there was one thing that still surprised him. And that was Lü Yang’s motive.

He thought, "...Was it really just to save someone?"

Seeing that Lü Yang truly didn’t entangle himself further and withdrew his hand right after saving Suo Huan, Ang Xiao’s expression gradually grew strange.

If it were anyone else, Ang Xiao would definitely be suspicious. After all, how could a qualified Saint Sect True Monarch have such a luxurious thought as saving someone? The mortal world was a Sea of Suffering where everyone was struggling to cross. Let alone saving others, even saving oneself required thousands of times more effort. So rather than saving someone, Ang Xiao was more inclined to believe there was an ulterior motive.

Yet Lü Yang had specifically saved Suo Huan. As for Suo Huan, Ang Xiao had long since examined him inside out countless times using the Veil of the Trees, deeply understanding the secrets he harbored. There was nothing worth a Perfected Lord’s attention. At the very least, Ang Xiao couldn’t think of any benefit Lü Yang could gain from Suo Huan. Thus, after thinking it over and over, saving someone was actually the only explanation.

"I can’t figure him out," he mused.

At this thought, Ang Xiao fell silent instead. His memories seemed to cross the torrent of the mundane world, seeing his past self who had just joined the Stain Sect. Past events flooded his mind. Back then, he was just a youth struggling in the Stain Sect. From initial enthusiasm to caution, to despair, and finally to apathy—losing friends, family, teachers, and Dao Companions. He had lived too long and struggled too long. Over tens of thousands of years, he had regrets, and a lot of them—so many that he couldn’t even count them. But so what?

"...Heh."

The next second, Ang Xiao suddenly chuckled, his eyes returning to calmness. "Interesting. To think there is such an anomaly among the Saint Sect True Monarchs.

"No wonder he severed his past in reincarnation.

"Unfortunately, I am different from you... Tens of thousands of years have passed, and now I only live for myself."

As his voice fell, Ang Xiao slashed away all extraneous emotions. With a wave of his hand, the Fruit of Lamp-Cover Fire and the Fruit of Long-Flow Water plummeted into the Netherworld with a crash.

Almost at the same time, Hongyun’s Gold Quest failed, and he died harboring bitter resentment.

Ang Xiao watched this scene, his eyes growing increasingly cold. "The Netherworld has a Master. If I cannot break the deadlock, today’s Hongyun is the future me!" Below the Master of Dao, everyone was equal—they were all ants.

"The Bhagavat could break free from his shackles and go against the current, so why can’t I? Even if the hope is slim, I will fight with all my might. If I die, I will die on the path!"