Chapter 246: Platinum Face, Three-foot Sword

Chapter 246 -161: Platinum Face, Three-foot Sword

“Betting their entire race?”

Su Youwan repeated.

“Does the Dream Demon Race not want to live anymore?” Lu Changyuan frowned.

‘They were living perfectly fine, so why would they suddenly not want to live?’

‘My disciple is still among them… Right. My disciple hasn’t shown up, nor has he returned to Celestial Mountain. The Dream Demons must think this is an opportunity.’

The silver-haired maiden murmured, “Young Master Lu, the Dream Demons have come out in full force. Their barrier is weak, and they possess the Heaven-Stealing Substitute Body Technique.”

Lu Changyuan grunted in acknowledgment.

‘The ancestor of the Dream Demon Race, the Dream Demon, has most likely broken free from its seal.’

‘I just don’t know when the Dream Demon broke free.’

[Three thousand years ago, someone broke the Dream Demon’s seal. Afterward, the Dream Demon broke the Gu Demon’s seal.]

‘Three thousand years ago?’

‘This Dream Demon has been lying low for three thousand years?’

‘Let’s see, if I calculate the time…’

Three thousand years ago was precisely when the Desire Demon turmoil that Lu Changyuan had experienced began.

For over a thousand years after that, the Mortal World was plunged into chaos. Lu Changyuan lived through it personally, and the turmoil was only brought to a complete end when he proved his Dao and ascended to Yao Guang.

After that, Lu Changyuan suppressed the Desire Demon and cleansed the Mortal World, which was followed by an explosion in the number of High Realm Cultivators in the Mortal World.

‘Has the Dream Demon been hiding amidst all of this the entire time?’

‘No.’

‘It wasn’t doing nothing. It passed down the Heaven-Stealing Substitute Body Technique, which escalated the chaos in the Mortal World by several levels.’

‘But because of the appearance of a certain Chang’an Daoist, its spell was forcibly destroyed, and the Dream Race has been suppressed to this day.’

“Young Master Lu, the Qingcao Sword Sect should be holding the Celestial Dao Grand Competition right now.”

Lu Changyuan looked beyond the clouds. Rain had begun to pour down abruptly.

“The Cloud Sea is being pulled?”

Something was tearing at them; space was beginning to fold!

「Before the rain began to fall, before the sun of the first day set and the sun of the second day rose.」

Li Dashu had already entered the clouds.

The aura within the clouds grew deeper and heavier. The aura of the Dream Demon Clan Leader seemed on the verge of breaking through to Yao Guang.

“Brother Li, we need to hurry.”

An entire sea of blue clouds appeared before them. Within this Cloud Sea, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of gold existed.

That was the Clan Leader of the Dream Demons.

Li Dashu said lightly, “No rush. It hasn’t begun to light its Dao Star yet.”

Ascending the Celestial Ladder, lighting the Dao Star.

These were the necessary steps to ascend to Yao Guang, a process fraught with hidden dangers. The slightest mistake would result in one’s body perishing and one’s Dao dissipating.

“Brother Xue, I actually find this very strange. The Daoist Sect Master told me a while ago that it should be absolutely impossible for the Dream Demon Clan Leader to ascend to Yao Guang.”

Xue Mingjing stood beside Li Dashu, his tone grim. “Oh? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, but since the Daoist Sect Master said so, it must be true.”

BOOM!

A clap of thunder.

Li Dashu watched as gold seemed to materialize in the center of the Cloud Sea. “The Celestial Ladder is about to appear. One wrong step, and it will die.”

“You don’t seem worried at all, Brother Li.”

“It’s not me ascending to Yao Guang, so what’s there for me to worry about? You, on the other hand, Brother Xue… you seem to be targeting the Dream Demon Race a little too much.”

Xue Mingjing said, “I can’t compare to you, Brother Li. Everyone knows you have an excellent relationship with the Daoist Sect.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. It’s my Qingcao Sword Sect that has always had a good relationship with the Daoist Sect. My grandmaster and the Chang’an Daoist were extremely close, you know.”

Li Dashu laughed heartily.

A brush suddenly appeared in Xue Mingjing’s hand. “If you won’t interfere, Brother Li, I will. If anything goes wrong, I will bear the full responsibility.”

It seemed the Sect Leader of the Qingshi Sect was about to make his move ahead of time.

Several illusory shadows of history appeared by his side.

One of the shadows was the most indistinct, but the Platinum Face it wore was quite striking.

Li Dashu was astonished. “A projection of *that person*? Did you really summon him from history?”

“It’s not enough. It only has the Platinum Face. The Three-foot Sword has yet to manifest.”

“No wonder you wanted to take that person’s Heaven-Slaying Sword. You’re just missing that one catalyst. A pity your Qingshi Sect disciple isn’t strong enough to take first place. Tsk, tsk.”

With a flick of his brush, Xue Mingjing sent the projection of the Chang’an Daoist charging toward the Dream Demon Clan Leader in the clouds.

Meanwhile, the remaining figures began to simultaneously gather a terrifying power.

Using history as power, summoning back the power and Laws of the past… these figures must have been extremely terrifying characters when they were alive.

If this attack, combined with the Chang’an Daoist’s projection, were to land, the Dream Demon Clan Leader would be in serious trouble if it was caught off guard.

Li Dashu was clicking his tongue in wonder, his eyes reflecting the magnificent halo of light that rippled out from the distant Dream Demon Clan Leader’s ascension, when he suddenly seemed to think of something. “Right, Brother Xue, your own book of hist—”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence.

BANG!

The air beside him suddenly imploded with a dull roar as the combined power of the several blurry figures cascaded down like a river of stars.

But the target of this terrifying strike was not the Dream Demon Clan Leader—it was aimed straight at Li Dashu’s back!

In that instant, both light and sound were devoured, leaving only an aura of pure, violent destruction.

Li Dashu still maintained his posture of turning his head to speak and smile, seemingly completely unaware.

Even a Yao Guang cultivator, if hit by such a move out of the blue, would at the very least end up severely injured.

A pity.

“So there really is a problem.”

The surging power between heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, as if a tidal wave had crashed against an invisible shore. The combined attack, powerful enough to shatter mountains and crack stone, dissolved without a sound like snow in boiling water, not even leaving a single ripple in its wake.

Li Dashu’s sword had moved at some unknown point, completely dissipating the overwhelming power.

“Brother Xue, your Dao of History is rather mediocre. Back in the day, why would you need to charge up for so long?”

Xue Mingjing immediately retreated several steps.

“How did you find out!?”

Li Dashu narrowed his eyes, his rugged face filled with scorn. “A guess. You were never this quiet, Brother Xue. Besides, you’re a fanatical believer of the Chang’an Daoist, and utterly shameless. I even thought at first you’d be shameless enough to use some trick to pull your past self out of history and have him secretly participate in the Grand Competition.”