Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642: To Propagate Dao and To Conquer

Lu Yun had been too small during the thirty-three loops to see many things. He’d only been able to see a vague outline of the person who called upon a mysterious great dao to suppress order and facilitate the fourth realm’s continued survival.

That person looked very familiar to Dongfang Mo.

“A world of sequence?” Lu Yun focused on another keyword. The man had come on the original emperor’s orders to create a world of sequence for the immortal dao?

What does that mean?

Unbidden, Lu Yun looked blankly at Dongfang Mo. Caught in the throes of great sorrow, the other didn’t notice his expression.

“No wonder I haven’t been summoned by the emperor in all this time!” The young man’s face twisted. “But… with the shattering of the Hongmeng, the fourth realm’s orders will also dissipate.”

“These days, there is a sect called the Luminaries who’ve set their headquarters on Mount Astronomia. They suppress order from the mountain,” Lu Yun clarified. He didn’t press for further information about the world of sequence. If Dongfang Mo wanted to talk about it, he would.

“The Luminaries?” The young man nodded, but didn’t pay much attention to Lu Yun’s words. Quite preoccupied, he slowly faded away after a tremor ran through his body.

Lu Yun sank into deep thought again as he stared at Dongfang Mo’s empty spot.

“He’s probably behind the sequence of immortal dao and it was created in Myriadsea World. If he can do it, so can I.” Lu Yun took a deep breath, still clearly sensing the weighty sorrow draped around Dongfang Mo. The young man was depressed and he’d likely shut himself away.

Melding formula dao into this world’s immortal dao, fashioning its orders into sequence and ultimately a world of sequence, seemed doable. Great daos had abounded during the era of the original Hongmeng; there’d been more than one that ruled the realm. Immortal dao, demonic dao, divine dao, martial dao, and others had kept abreast with each other.

Dongfang Mo was likely the lord of immortal dao then.

Lu Yun suddenly understood what the Immortal Myriadtree in the center of Ruina Immortal Nation was. It was the source of immortal dao in the original Hongmeng; what he’d obtained before was just one of its branches. As Dongfang Mo commanded the Immortal Myriadtree, so did he command the immortal dao during the original Hongmeng.

This era’s immortal dao was in Lu Yun’s consciousness and he was its guardian, as well as protector of the dao sovereign and responsible for perfecting the dao. Where he stood was an origin point of immortal dao.

However, whether it was his immortal dao or Dongfang Mo’s immortal dao, both of them originated from the Immortal Myriadtree. Hence, when Lu Yun bestowed immortal light onto Situ Lang, that’d attracted a seed from the tree. It was also why the guardians of sequence couldn’t affect Lu Yun.

“Since a world of sequence for immortal dao is possible here, I’ll take over the task and direct the world of immortals’ dao into this world of sequence!” Lofty ambition reared in Lu Yun’s heart—he didn’t think he was any less than Dongfang Mo.

“No wonder I’ve been wanting to meet the king of Ruina—there were some surprises lying in store!” A smile appeared on his face. “I can’t leave the altar yet. Goodwill is confined to it and Truecloud citizens’ prayers help with my wounds.

“My injuries are so severe that they’ll probably worsen if I leave the altar.” Despite brainstorming a complete plan and knowing how to build a world of sequence for immortal dao in Myriadsea World, it wasn’t something that Lu Yun could easily accomplish. At the same time, this was a most optimal locale to cultivate in.

He sat down cross-legged in the center of the altar and leisurely operated the Method of Life and Death.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye. Truecloud Nation rose with domineering momentum—first defeating the crown prince of Ruina Immortal Nation multiple times, then seceding from Truecloud Sect. Their decisions frequently astounded and placed the kingdom that’d nearly been razed a year ago in the center of the local limelight.

Truecloud Sect screeched with anger and Ruina Immortal Nation raged with fury, but no one dared make trouble for Truecloud Nation. Apparently when King Dongfang Mo paid a visit to the nation, he’d also left with a downcast expression. No one knew what happened during his trip.

The monster spirits had been ready to take their vengeance, but let the matter fade away given the nation’s performance in recent times.

Another stunning matter occurred after three months.

Truecloud’s Protector of the Nation Marquis Qi Fengyun surrounded Truecloud Mountain with a million cultivators, demanding the sect to hand over young lord Xia Wan!

Upon the sect’s refusal, the two sides engaged in battle. The skirmish threatened to sunder the heavens and split the earth—it brought down the mountain and nearly eliminated the sect. What was most surprising of all was that despite the impertinent challenge, Truecloud’s sect leader refrained from appearing from start to finish.

……

“So Truecloud Nation’s backer can’t leave the altar!” A golden immortal from Truecloud’s world of immortals stared in the kingdom’s direction with a frosty glint in his eyes. He’d stirred to action after observing events unfold and nearly destroyed Truecloud’s army, but Lu Yun had struck back with a mental storm.

The golden immortal possessed an uncommonly strong treasure that’d defended against Lu Yun’s attack, and the latter hadn’t followed up with another after his first blow failed.

He could smack the immortal to death at any time if he wanted to, but that would run counter to his plans. No one would dare challenge Truecloud Nation if he displayed the true depths of his supremacy.

How, then, could he conquer in the absence of war? How would he propagate dao if he didn’t conquer this world?

“This must be the case!” Xia Wan hastily concurred. “That evil immortal must be heavily injured. If we don’t take care of him now, he’ll come for our heads when he’s healed!”

“Speak, what is going on here?” The golden immortal glowered. “Truecloud Nation is our vassal state, why has it suddenly rebelled?

“The evil immortal doesn’t seem to have intended to crush Zhangyun when he appeared out of the blue. He wouldn’t have casually moved against us with this karmic tie in place!” The golden immortal fixed a sharp gaze on Xia Wan, his eyes like a hawk’s. “Qi Fengyun clearly came for you! What is the reason for all this?!”

“I, I, I…” Xia Wan forced himself to remain calm, but didn’t have a chance to respond before the golden immortal continued.

“It doesn’t seem to have been Truecloud Nation’s fault either that the monster spirits incited a tide of beasts against them.”

Ashen-faced, Xia Wan didn’t know what to say.

“Xia Wan!” Qi Fengyun arrived with his men. There were only three empyrean immortals by his side—the guardians of sequence that Lu Yun had subdued.

“How dare you!” The golden immortal surged to his feet. “You are but a Truecloud servant, Qi Fengyun! How dare you shout at your masters! Die!”

Though he’d been lecturing Xia Wan just a second ago, he naturally had to be biased toward his own when the enemy was in front of him.