Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect-Chapter 307: Where Nothingness Becomes Existence, Existence Is Also Nothingness

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Where Nothingness Becomes Existence, Existence Is Also Nothingness

As the words fell, the Nether Emissary opened its massive maw.

Within that gaping, bloody mouth was a tongue like a river of blood, its sharp teeth like piles of white bone. It let out a piercing shriek that sounded like the cries of a million vengeful souls.

BOOM!

In an instant, the sound was so loud it became silence. The terrifying Divine Power Radiance violently shook Lü Yang’s Spiritual Space, but streams of golden light immediately manifested to protect his Divine Sense.

Wan Jin Gong!

This Innate Divine Technique was a standard life-preserving skill. With its blessing, one could withstand the strikes of an Axe and Halberd without injury. It could even protect the Spiritual Space!

However, the Nether Emissary’s power was clearly far greater than Lü Yang’s. After all, it had been pinched into existence by Ang Xiao, making it at least as powerful as a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Grand Zhenren.

The golden light created by Wan Jin Gong shattered under the Nether Emissary’s shriek. The terrifying sonic waves rumbled through Lü Yang’s Spiritual Space until his Spiritual Space, Divine Soul, and memories were all scrambled into a chaotic mess. Only then did the screeching stop. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But in the very next second...

"Hm?"

Before the Nether Emissary could react, a flash of golden light appeared. A sword light rose from the shattered Spiritual Space and slashed out!

"Still not dead?"

The Nether Emissary blocked the sword light with a look of astonishment, only to find its Dharma Body disintegrating inch by inch under the blade’s radiance, like ice melting in the sun.

Master of Weapons!

Lü Yang would never have given the Tribulation Wave to his Split Self, so what he was using now was the Divine Effect from Master of Weapons that symbolized "transformation."

To transform was to replace.

When a thing reaches its extreme, it changes!

This Ability could alter the nature of things, turning gold into iron and iron into mud. Under its influence, the Nether Emissary felt its once-light Soul body suddenly become immeasurably heavy. Its once-ethereal Divine Sense even began to take on the tangible, unyielding feel of Gold and Iron!

"How is this possible..."

The Nether Emissary’s eyes widened in disbelief. "...You were hit by my Violent Yin Roar! Your Spiritual Space is shattered! How can you still engage in Combat?"

The answer was simple.

’So what if my Split Self’s Spiritual Space is shattered? What does that have to do with my main body? As long as its Soul hasn’t completely dispersed and the Puppet link is intact, I can force it to fight!’

That said, Lü Yang was already cursing a storm in his mind.

’Where is Great Undertaking? Where is World Purger Fei Xue? Why haven’t they made a move? Can’t they see this massive Nether Emissary invading my Spiritual Space?’

’Teammates? A little help here?!’

At the same time, the Nether Emissary seemed to see through Lü Yang’s thoughts and sneered, "Don’t hold out hope. No one can help you now."

"The moment I awoke, I spread out the Wojiao Stone. Here in your Spiritual Space, even if ten million years pass, only a single breath will have gone by in the outside world. Perhaps someone has already moved to save you, but long before they can pull you out, the loneliness here will have tormented you into giving up thought itself."

As its voice fell, the Nether Emissary expected Lü Yang to be terrified.

Instead, it was met with Lü Yang’s blazing, greedy eyes.

’A Divine Technique like this actually exists...’

Lü Yang was amazed. Ten million years in a single thought. The Nether Emissary’s various methods were clearly designed to abandon the physical body and exclusively target the Soul.

’Which Fruit does this correspond to?’

’...The Netherworld!’

At this thought, Lü Yang grew even more excited. There were no Cultivators in the world who practiced the path of the Netherworld. This was the first one he had ever seen!

’How did it manage this?’

’This monster’s Mana is very strange. I didn’t notice it before, but after we started fighting, the Qi Communication between us sparked a sense of familiarity.’

’It’s a bit like an Immortal Spirit!’

’Holy hell... could this be an Immortal Spirit born from the Qi of the Netherworld? Not just the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, but the Netherworld can give birth to Immortal Spirits too!?’

Lü Yang instantly thought of his own Golden Talent: Innate Immortal Spirit. If the Netherworld could truly create an Immortal Spirit, didn’t that mean he also had a chance? This was about the Void Certificate, about becoming a Nascent Soul Daoist Lord... This might be the opportunity he needed to reach the Peak in the future!

But Lü Yang quickly calmed himself down again.

’Not necessarily. This monster is obviously a contingency Ang Xiao left inside the Jade True Body. It might not be naturally formed. The situation with the Netherworld is still unclear...’

As for the Nether Emissary’s threat, he paid it no mind at all.

Ten million years in a single breath?

’That’s easy to deal with.’

With a Heart Thought, Lü Yang directly severed the Puppet connection. He waited for a breath’s time to pass in the outside world, then reconnected to his Split Self.

In that single moment, the situation outside had changed drastically.

BOOM!

Great Undertaking had made his move.

In fact, Great Undertaking had acted the very instant the Nether Emissary appeared, but time had been infinitely stretched by the Emissary’s Ability.

However, by severing the link to his Split Self, Lü Yang immediately escaped the influence of the Nether Emissary’s Ability. The "ten million years" it spoke of reverted to a mere instant. It was only after Great Undertaking used his own magic to drag the Nether Emissary out of the Split Self’s Spiritual Space that Lü Yang took control again.

Through this maneuver, all the damage was absorbed by the Split Self.

Lü Yang’s main body was completely unharmed!

At the same time, Ang Xiao, who had been watching from the shadows, saw the change in battle and seemed to lose interest. ’It seems my fellow Daoist doesn’t plan to make a move?’

The Nether Emissary was not dead.

This meant the Daoist behind the scenes had chosen to give up, preferring to hand over the Primal Daoist Evil to him rather than reveal their true identity.

If Lü Yang could hear Ang Xiao’s thoughts, he would have been utterly exasperated.

’Is it that I don’t *want* to kill the Nether Emissary?’

’It’s that I *can’t* beat it!’

In the next second, a vast and boundless Mighty Power descended. It was none other than World Purger Fei Xue, who had been sitting back and watching the show from Overseas, finally making her move.

The unique nature of the Nether Emissary was clearly enough to attract her attention.

Ang Xiao, however, was not concerned.

The Nether Emissary wasn’t actually that strong. He had merely used some Qi from the Netherworld to pinch it into existence. It looked intimidating, but it held no real value.

That wasn’t the crucial part anyway.

’Now, who still remembers the Myriad-Soul Banner?’

The Veil of the Trees!

The Nether Emissary’s appearance was a deliberate lure to attract everyone’s attention, allowing him to activate the Veil of the Trees and cast a spell to hide the Myriad-Soul Banner.

’I’ll be taking this Primal Daoist Evil, then.’

At this moment, all was silent.

An invisible shroud expanded, obscuring the Spirit Platform and clouding perceptions, causing everyone to forget—or subconsciously ignore what they saw:

The Myriad-Soul Banner was still channeling the Primal Daoist Evil!

The process had been interrupted by Lü Yang earlier, but it had resumed without anyone noticing. Not a single person present had detected such an obvious change.

Except for Lü Yang.

The Veil of the Trees fell upon the Split Self, making it ignore the scene even if it saw it. But Lü Yang, witnessing everything through the Puppet, was not affected!

Yet, though he could see, he was powerless to stop it.

"The Myriad-Soul Banner...!"

Lü Yang tried to shout a warning, but even his voice was concealed. No one responded. He could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.

’In my Previous Life... this must be how he took the Chongguang Evil Corpse right under the noses of all those Perfected Lords!’

’Unlike when dealing with Foundation Establishment cultivators, he probably can’t just create something from nothing to cloud a Perfected Lord’s perception. It’s more about diverting their attention!’

’Diverting the attention of a Perfected Lord!’

’In my last life, he used a great battle. This life, he’s using that monster... It’s just like fishing.’

’As long as World Purger Fei Xue takes an interest in his bait, he can use the Veil of the Trees to make her neglect everything else.’

’So treacherous!’

Lü Yang sighed helplessly in his heart. The Primal Daoist Evil was supposed to be his target. He had been hoping to use the Gold Attribute of a Primal Daoist to settle another Talent Skill.

It seemed he would have to give up now.

But just then...

CRACK!

A crisp shattering sound suddenly rang in everyone’s ears, breaking some invisible barrier and dispelling the effects of the Veil of the Trees!

"Hm? Who’s there!?"

In an instant, World Purger Fei Xue’s voice echoed in all directions. Her immense Divine Sense immediately locked onto Ang Xiao, who was just about to take the Primal Daoist Evil.

The channeling was already complete.

Yet Ang Xiao, the architect of it all, frowned.

It wasn’t just because the Veil of the Trees had suddenly shattered and World Purger Fei Xue had discovered him. It was also because of the Myriad-Soul Banner he now held in his hand.

’So heavy...!?’

’Something’s wrong!’

The Myriad-Soul Banner, which had seemed unremarkable to him before, had undergone an unexpected change after absorbing the Primal Daoist Evil!

The next second, a calm voice drifted out faintly:

"When the false is taken for true, true becomes false. Where being is born from nothing, it returns to nothing."

"I, Mu Changsheng, leave this No Heaven here for those who come after."

For a moment, even with Ang Xiao’s mental fortitude, a hint of shock appeared in his eyes, because he knew that voice all too well.

"...Primal Daoist Mu Changsheng!?"

In a flash, Ang Xiao suddenly understood the source of the Myriad-Soul Banner’s weight.

’This is... the weight of a Fruit!’

In his later years, the Primal Daoist had desperately sought First Grade True Qi and pursued the "Void Certificate," but he ended up dying in his quest for the Fruit of Long-Flow Water. Ang Xiao had thought he had simply faded into obscurity like any other.

But looking at it now—

’Back then, he actually succeeded!?’