Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Lu Yang held in hand the newly forged true treasure, “Banner of Enlightening the Righteous Dao,” still visibly surprised. “This treasure... the quality is unexpectedly high!”

He had always known the Myriad Spirits Banner was formidable. It was a growing-grade supreme treasure—its power entirely determined by the quality and number of the Banner Spirits within.

When he first obtained it, it had only been at the magical treasure level. Lu Yang thought it would soon be obsolete.

Just like the old days—with the Abyss Sword.

But as the Banner Spirits increased and his cultivation advanced, the Myriad Spirits Banner naturally evolved into a spiritual treasure, eventually even reaching superior spiritual treasure grade.

Lu Yang advanced—and it never fell behind.

And after Suo Huan, Empress Xiao, and Ancestor Tingyou all attained True Lordhood, its profundity peaked, vaguely transcending even the spiritual treasure class.

‘There’s no way Mu Changsheng made this himself.’

Lu Yang rubbed his chin. ‘As expected of a treasure meant to house the Fruit Position seedling—there’s probably interference from the Heavenly Lord, just like back when I forged the Tribulation Wave.’

That wave was only completed under the intervention of 【Soaring High】, and it remained powerful enough that Lu Yang still used it even now. The Myriad Spirits Banner likely followed a similar path. Otherwise, its exceeding tier and mystique would be hard to explain. There might even be hidden mechanisms left behind by the Heavenly Lord.

‘Of course, not this one I hold.’

After all, it had already been cleansed by the 【Book of a Hundred Lifetimes】, and now refined into a true treasure, thoroughly imbued with Lu Yang’s essence and mark.

As he pondered, Lu Yang suddenly looked up: ‘Strange... something’s off!’

How much time had passed?

By now, the Saint Sect should have realized something was wrong. Tongtian Hall ought to be reconnecting with him, guiding him back.

Why was there no response?

In a flash of realization born of his instincts as a Saint Sect True Lord, Lu Yang arrived at the same conclusion as True Lord Feixue:

‘Damn it, another World-Honored One wants me dead!’

In an instant, Lu Yang had the thought to leave the Sea of Light—but the next second, his expression darkened completely.

Because nothing happened.

The Outer Heavens Sea of Light operated via divine sense. As long as a coordinate was locked, one could traverse it in a single thought.

The only way to intercept someone mid-transit was through immense power or a divine ability capable of severing and sealing that path—leaving them trapped within the Sea of Light.

What kind of power was that? What kind of divine ability?

‘Late-stage Golden Core!’

Clearing his thoughts, Lu Yang let out a deep exhale. And then—as if to confirm his suspicion—a sound echoed from afar:

“Tok tok... tok.”

In the boundless Sea of Light, faint footsteps approached—steady, calm, like a great mountain walking unhurriedly.

The next second, the Sea of Light dimmed.

The newcomer stole away all light and color from this realm, turning it into a chaotic abyss. And he walked calmly across its surface.

Lu Yang looked—he wore plain clothes, with phoenix eyes and a dragon’s bearing, smiling frivolously like a wealthy young noble out on a countryside stroll.

A lavishly adorned sword hung at his waist. Though it emitted no spiritual aura, merely seeing it made Lu Yang’s divine sense ache like being pricked by needles.

This wasn’t something the newcomer did deliberately.

It was the natural reaction of Lu Yang’s divine sense upon brushing against him—like touching a sharpened blade and bleeding without intent.

“Hu!”

The man didn’t hide his karmic ties.

At that moment, Lu Yang instead grew calm, gazing at him with a strange, indescribable look.

“Didn’t expect... it would be you, Senior.”

Though he had never seen the man before, Lu Yang still deduced his identity.

The man had always been low-key. Even with Lu Yang’s ten lifetimes of experience, he had barely heard more than a few rumors.

Threatening the Dragon Lord, wielding sword overseas.

Only once had True Lord Feixue forced him to act, exposing his condition. Then news spread across the world that he was “terminally ill.”

Even 【Soaring High】 looked down on him.

Over time, no one paid him any attention anymore, thinking he was half-dead, no longer able to battle, unworthy of notice.

But now—he had appeared.