Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Outside the Sky-reaching Sea of Clouds in the Primordial Saint Sect.

Arhat Fulong sat cross-legged on a cliff, staring longingly at the vast sea of clouds in the distance, once again recalling that handsome face in his mind.

“Amitabha… damn it!”

Arhat Fulong slammed his palm down in anger, and the cliff was instantly reduced to powder, yet even so, the rage in his heart did not subside in the slightest.

On the contrary, he became even angrier.

It was only now that he truly understood why Lü Yang had not stayed to fight him that day.

That bastard actually intended to wait for him to die of old age!

This was unreasonable.

Because to those in the Foundation Establishment Realm, how precious was cultivation time?

In the early stage of Foundation Establishment, just healing injuries would take several decades.

Condensing one’s innate divine ability would take several decades more.

Seeking heavenly stars and earthly fiends to refine into innate abilities—just this stage alone would consume over a hundred years!

A Foundation Establishment lifetime lasted only about three hundred years.

Spending over a hundred years just in the early stages showed how precious time was.

Cultivation truly was a race against time.

Yet now, there was someone who completely ignored cultivation.

Despite having achieved perfect Foundation Establishment, already having condensed his innate divine ability, and even obtaining great merit and destiny, anyone else would have rushed out to seek heavenly stars and earthly fiends.

But Lü Yang actually stayed in the Saint Sect and did not leave!

Over these years, Arhat Fulong had tried countless methods.

Provocations, mockery, deliberately ruining Lü Yang’s reputation—yet Lü Yang remained unmoved like a mountain, leaving Arhat Fulong with no choice but to vent his anger here.

“That damned coward…”

Thinking of this, Arhat Fulong turned his head to glance in the direction of the Pure Land, feeling even more stifled.

He had actually been cut off by the Pure Land.

After all, his merit had been exhausted, and his lifespan was nearing its end.

To the Pure Land, he was already a useless person.

As for the 【City Wall Soil】, the key was not him but his Dao foundation—【Fulong Temple】.

This was the advantage of the Pure Land.

【Fulong Temple】could be inherited by others.

For those on the Path of Ascension through Body Refining, the Foundation Establishment was unique—whoever it belonged to, it remained so.

However, in Jiangxi, the ownership of the Dao foundation actually lay with the Pure Land.

If Fulong died?

Then just have someone else inherit 【Fulong Temple】.

For this reason, even a Bodhisattva of the Pure Land had spoken, saying that Guang Ming seemed quite good.

He had made contributions in the previous Dao struggle, so let him inherit it.

Listen to that—was that even human speech?

When Arhat Fulong heard this news, he nearly exploded with rage.

Yet he could do nothing and certainly could not return to kill Guang Ming.

After all, that was the Bodhisattva’s personal choice.

If he obediently accepted his fate, after death he could become a pig or dog for ten lifetimes, and after repaying his karmic debts, perhaps after hundreds or thousands of years, he might still have a slim hope of returning to the Dao.

But if he offended the Bodhisattva?

Then he would never be able to repay that debt, not in a thousand lifetimes.

Thinking of this, one could imagine just how heavy the resentment in Arhat Fulong’s heart had become.

He dared not resent the Pure Land, nor the Primordial Saint Sect, so he could only direct all his hatred toward Lü Yang, wishing he could tear him apart.

“What should I do now?”

Arhat Fulong muttered under his breath, and at that moment, a figure of light suddenly appeared beside him.

“What else can you do? There’s only one thing left for you.”

“And that is to wait!”

As the words fell, Arhat Fulong looked toward the figure of light, suddenly grinning.

“Mending Heaven, I’m down on my luck, but you aren’t much better off.”

The person was none other than the Master of Mending Heaven Peak!

Arhat Fulong and the Master of Mending Heaven Peak were of the same generation.

He was nearing death, but how much longer could the Master of Mending Heaven Peak live?

They were both old monsters nearing their end.

To be honest, seeing the Master of Mending Heaven Peak also in such a miserable state made Arhat Fulong feel much better.

“You tell me to wait, but how should I wait?”

“Of course, you should wait until the moment you are supposed to sit in meditation.”

The Master of Mending Heaven Peak spoke coldly.

“Your lifespan is easy to calculate—just another decade or two.”

“I estimate that Lü Yang will wait until twenty years later.”

Upon hearing this, Arhat Fulong’s face darkened.

Though he wanted to refute, he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn’t say a word.

He knew clearly that what the Master of Mending Heaven Peak said was highly likely to be true.

But he quickly reacted, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

“You have a way to help me endure for several more decades?”

“Several decades is impossible.”

The Master of Mending Heaven Peak replied indifferently.

“But ten more years is possible.”

“I have a Wind-Resisting Pill that can shield you from the 【Bifeng】 for ten years, allowing you to live ten years longer.”

“However, the power of the pill is limited.”

“Using it a second time will reduce its effect by a third, and a third time by another third.”

Upon hearing this, Arhat Fulong straightforwardly asked:

“What do you want?”

“Your golden body relic after your death.”

“And you must dual cultivate with my daughter to help her achieve the Six Paths Nirvana Phoenix Art.”

The Master of Mending Heaven Peak stated his terms.

“Deal!”

Arhat Fulong agreed without hesitation.

After all, he had nothing left to lose now.

At rock bottom, any direction was up.

Only then did the Master of Mending Heaven Peak nod in satisfaction and took out a white jade pill.

Arhat Fulong took it and immediately sent it into his sea of consciousness to protect his soul.

He instantly felt a wave of relief, and the deadly crisis from the 【Bifeng】 was greatly alleviated, showing that the pill was indeed highly effective.

“Thank you, fellow Daoist.”

Arhat Fulong cupped his hands in gratitude, his face full of joy, while glaring viciously in the direction of the Saint Sect.

“Lü Yang… just wait, I will make you pay with blood!”

Time flew by.

Twenty years later.

“What? Fulong has sat in meditation?”

When the news reached Mount Luofeng, Lü Yang was somewhat surprised.

He habitually calculated with the help of the 【Heaven-Seeking Instrument】.

No, he was still alive.

Though by counting the days, it did seem about time.

“Looks like he used some life-extending method.”

“Playing tricks with me… these people are so devious!”

“Can’t they just be good people like me?”

Lü Yang sat steadily as if fishing, thought for a moment, and then summoned Su Nu.

The next day, Su Nu, disguised as Lü Yang, openly left the Saint Sect and deliberately paraded around in Jiangbei several times.

“Hmph! Do they really think I’ll fall for the same trick twice?”

Arhat Fulong hid in the shadows, watching Su Nu flying across the sky, gritting his teeth in hatred.

“Such an obvious probe… they must really suspect I’m dead.”

“Otherwise, there’s no need to have someone disguise themselves as Lü Yang to bait me.”

“Come to think of it, it makes sense.”

“To confront me, he has delayed seeking heavenly stars and earthly fiends for decades.”

“If he delays any longer, he might not even break through to the mid-stage Foundation Establishment in this lifetime!”

“He must be getting anxious!”

Thinking of this, Arhat Fulong grew even more excited, revealing a sinister smile.

“Give it some more time… he definitely won’t be able to hold back!”

“He will come out!”

But soon, his expression changed again, becoming anxious and uncertain.

“It’s still not stable.”

“Only ten years… what if he plays it safe and waits another ten years?”

After speaking, he looked toward the Master of Mending Heaven Peak beside him.

“Mending Heaven, it’s not that I’m greedy.”

“It’s just that we’re already this far along.”

“We’re just one step away from killing him.”

“Why not give me another Wind-Resisting Pill?”

“Hmm…”

The Master of Mending Heaven Peak fell silent upon hearing this.

But then he thought—he had given out one Wind-Resisting Pill hoping to use Arhat Fulong to take revenge on Lü Yang.

But if Lü Yang really waited another ten years, and Arhat Fulong was still worn down to death, wouldn’t that pill have been wasted?

After thinking for a long time, the Master of Mending Heaven Peak finally gritted his teeth.

“…Fine, I’ll give you one more.”

“The last one!”