Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

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Watching ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Lü Yang walk out of the palace—evidently done talking with Yu Zhou—Chong Guang couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye, casting a suspicious gaze at Lü Yang.

After ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍all, this demon dragon had a rather notorious reputation within the Dao Court: sowing chaos in the inner palace, sleeping in the dragon bed—his nature was, in a word, dragon-like. Now, at this moment, he suddenly proposed visiting the bedchamber of True Lord Qingcheng Feixue. Was he not harboring some ill intent?

Upon ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍seeing this look, Lü Yang immediately became furious.

What ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍kind of look is that? Who are you looking down on?!

Am ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍I, Lü Yang, the sort of person who can’t tell right from wrong, someone absurd and unruly? Up to now, I have been wholly dedicated to cultivation, free from all distracting thoughts!

Seeing his reaction, Chong Guang raised a brow and asked:

“Really have business?”

Lü Yang sighed helplessly. “I really do!”

“Then let’s go.”

Chong Guang nodded readily, and soon after led Lü Yang to a place on Sacred Fire Cliff. There, the landscape was serene and picturesque, practically an otherworldly immortal land.

“This is...”

Lü Yang raised an eyebrow at the scene before him. He had seen this place before—long ago.

As expected, the next second, Chong Guang uttered a name that stirred memories in Lü Yang: “This is the 【Abyssal Stillness Assembly Diagram】, a Fruit Position Treasure refined by the True Lord from the 【Waters Beneath the Ravine】. It’s used as her secluded cultivation place, sealed from both inside and out on normal days.”

【Abyssal Stillness Assembly Diagram】!

Back during the Dao-Seizing Battle of Qi Refining, True Lord Feixue had granted him this very Fruit Position Treasure. He hadn’t expected to see it again now.

However, Lü Yang made no move to approach.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the 【Coiling Dragon Root】 and the divine ability 【Rise and Fall’s Tale】 surged simultaneously—one divine, one mystical—both stirring his spiritual sense and issuing a warning.

‘Danger.’

Meanwhile, Chong Guang continued, “The True Lord is proud and aloof. She once said that only two kinds of people can enter her place of seclusion.”

“One—those invited by her.”

“Two—those powerful enough.”

Having said that, Chong Guang stepped to the front of the 【Abyssal Stillness Assembly Diagram】, whereupon spiritual light rose and formed a circular mirror suspended mid-air.

There was no frame—just a bright, round mirror, as radiant as sun and moon. Standing nearby, Lü Yang probed it with divine sense, yet couldn’t perceive its depths. His divine sense sank into the mirror like a stone into the sea—utterly unfathomable, as if the mirror contained an infinite world of fortune.

‘A True Treasure corresponding to the 【Waters Beneath the Ravine】!’

Lü Yang immediately understood: ‘Not only is it a True Treasure, its grade is extremely high! Even higher than the 【Commanding Sea Conch】 that the old Dragon Lord gave me back then.’

“This treasure is called the 【Heavenly Saint’s Profound Mirror】.”

Chong Guang explained in a low voice, “This treasure is extraordinary—it can capture and contain the image of those it reflects. Their cultivation, battle power, and spiritual treasures—all are no different from their real self.”

“To reach the True Lord’s bedchamber, one must pass beneath this mirror.”

At this, even Chong Guang seemed a bit helpless. “We, as Foundation Establishment cultivators, must all battle the Mirror-True Lord here to pass through.”

“The Mirror-True Lord is a reflection left by the True Lord herself.”

“During combat, her cultivation level adjusts to match yours. If you can last the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn, then you’ll earn an audience with the True Lord.”

Lü Yang rubbed his chin at this.

‘At first I was only suspicious... but now I’m certain. The entrance to the distorted timeline must be inside True Lord Feixue’s bedchamber!’

The reasoning was simple:

‘A True Lord—especially a Sacred Sect True Lord—on the verge of seclusion, wouldn’t leave a True Treasure behind in the world unless there was a special reason.’

Even ordinary True Lords rarely did so.

Only that 【True Lord of Heaven-Bearing Virtue】 had left behind an incarnation and matching True Treasure within the Ye Clan territory, and that was because his end was near.

But True Lord Feixue didn’t face any life-span issue. If there were truly something valuable in her bedchamber, wouldn’t she simply take it all when going into seclusion? Why leave a True Treasure behind and seal the place off?

After much thought, there could only be one answer—she couldn’t take it with her!

And the True Treasure left behind was also quite interesting.

Given that True Lord Feixue was famed as “the number one in Dao Combat over the last five thousand years,” this True Treasure, in her absence, could be said to be unbreakable.

Thinking this far, Lü Yang suddenly grew eager to try.

After all, in the current world, he was practically invincible. Only Real Person of Demon‑Cleansing could match him, and even then, it would be friendly sparring—not a life-and-death battle.

But now things were different.

‘The reflection left within the True Treasure feels no fear of death—even if I blast it apart, it doesn’t matter. It’s the perfect whetstone to hone my combat prowess.’

With that thought, Lü Yang stepped forward.

The moment he moved beneath the mirror, the world around him changed—as if a thin mist suddenly blanketed everything, rendering it dreamlike.

Next came a drifting cloud of smoke.

“Tap, tap, tap—”

Soon, soft footsteps rang out from the smoke, and a blurry figure gradually emerged—growing clearer with time.

When the smoke finally dispersed, the figure revealed her true form: a graceful woman in a palace dress, composed in bearing, her appearance delicate, her skin whiter than snow and frost. Yet when she smiled slightly, that elegance vanished instantly—replaced by the fierce aura of a wild beast.

It was none other than 【True Lord Qingcheng Feixue】!

Lü Yang saw it clearly—she, like him, had fully retracted her aura, returned to simplicity, and stood in the pinnacle state of Foundation Establishment.

But the next moment, something unexpected occurred:

“How interesting.”

The figure that stepped out of the mist looked Lü Yang up and down, then actually spoke: “【Heavenly Fire】? Seems you’re here for the forbidden path.”

She has sentience!?

Lü Yang’s brows lifted. He immediately realized that, like 【Angxiao】, True Lord Feixue had specially split a wisp of her divine sense and hidden it inside the True Treasure.

Given her cultivation, and her awareness of the distorted history, it wasn’t strange she’d guess his purpose.

Thus, Lü Yang nodded calmly. “Senior sees clearly. This junior indeed intends to journey to that place of confusion. May I ask if True Lord could momentarily open the way?”

“Sure.”

True Lord Feixue grinned widely upon hearing that, licking her lips and eyeing Lü Yang like a sumptuous feast. She said with interest:

“Beat me, and you can have whatever you want.”

Then, as if recalling something, she added softly: “Your talent is very high. Otherwise, even the Founding Ancestor wouldn’t have given you this opportunity.”

“.What opportunity?” Lü Yang asked curiously.

“Why, the chance to enter that forbidden place and seize the primal source, of course.”

“Before attaining True Lordhood, if you can strengthen your own origin, it will greatly aid your cultivation afterward.”

True Lord Feixue chuckled. “Otherwise, how do you think I rose so quickly back then—facing mid-Golden Core opponents while still in early Golden Core? You think it was all just talent?”

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang narrowed his eyes.

This place of distorted history… has such a wondrous effect!?

Could it be that the old fox of the Sacred Sect didn’t plot against me after all, but instead arranged this to give me a great opportunity?

Have I… misjudged the Sacred Sect Founding Ancestor?

No way… right?