Chapter 169: Tofu Heavenly Venerable

The high-ranking members of the Undying Cult were completely bewildered. They had just finished chanting grand ancient words in unison when a group of people suddenly burst from the crowd, covered them with sacks, and bundled them up.

Being covered with sacks and bound with ropes, they resigned themselves to their fate. But they wondered, "Why is Dao Seeking Sect so skilled at this? Aren't you supposed to be a righteous sect?"

The ancient language chanted by the Undying Cult's high-ranking members was meant to be used with the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow. Its content was profound, beyond human comprehension, and no one had ever deciphered it. The Undying Cult speculated it was an ancient immortal art to activate the immortal treasure, while others believed it was an ancient incantation to awaken it.

Regardless, it was certain that the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow, when used with the ancient words, was an unresolvable killing machine among those of the same cultivation level.

The Undying Cult Master speculated that the Undying Immortal was skilled in dream-related immortal dao laws. The phrase, "A great dream of a thousand years, what year is it tonight?" was a poetic description of the Undying Immortal by ancient cultivators.

After extensive research, the Undying Cult Master also discovered that the Qilin Immortal had once expressed a wish for the Undying Immortal to remain asleep forever.

"This indicates that while it's hard to distinguish the strengths of the five ancient immortals, the Qilin Immortal must have feared the Undying Immortal and did not want them to awaken!" the Undying Cult Master declared.

Deputy Cult Master Liu shook his head, interrupting his train of thought. He realized that the Dao Seeking Sect had been prepared, and they were like turtles in a jar, already caught in a trap.

"Who is the betrayer?!"

Deputy Cult Master Liu suddenly realized that Lu Yang, who had been beside him, had vanished at some point. He abruptly looked up and saw Lu Yang speaking on the viewing platform.

Lu Yang seemed to notice Deputy Cult Master Liu's gaze, met his eyes, and gave a serene smile before continuing his speech: "Through this exchange, everyone must..."

"It's you!" Deputy Cult Master Liu's eyes widened in fury, aghast that Lu Yang was a traitor. Had the Dao Seeking Sect turned Lu Yang? No, if he could stand on the platform, it meant he was originally from the Dao Seeking Sect! Perhaps even a high-ranking member?!

"Heh, Lu Yang, you little thief, do you really think victory is within your grasp?!"

Deputy Cult Master Liu displayed a desperate, frenzied expression and retrieved the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow, from his storage ring.

"Let me show you what an immortal treasure is! Even if I'm the only one left, I can still activate this treasure!"

Deputy Cult Master Liu spat a mouthful of vital essence onto the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow. The pillow emitted an eerie green light that spread outward like ripples.

Wherever the green ripples touched, regardless of friend or foe, everyone fell into a deep sleep. Dao Seeking Sect disciples, Five Elements Sect disciples, and even the captured Undying Cult high-ranking members swayed and collapsed to the ground with a thud after being swept by the green ripples, their snores soon filling the air. Zzzzzzzz...

The martial arts plaza, the central area of the Dao Seeking Sect, should have been bustling and lively. Now, it was eerily silent, save for the collective snoring.

Even the sect elders on the viewing platform couldn't resist the power of the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow and were drawn into the dream world.

Deputy Cult Master Liu's aura was weak, but he didn't care, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, what good is the Dao Seeking Sect? And what good is the Five Elements Sect? How dare you underestimate our Undying Cult!"

Filled with murderous intent, Deputy Cult Master Liu intended to seize this opportunity to swiftly kill all the Dao Seeking Sect disciples.

"I must act quickly," Deputy Cult Master Liu muttered to himself. "The Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators of the Dao Seeking Sect will surely sense the commotion and rush here. Even with an immortal treasure and vital essence sacrifice, I cannot withstand the might of a Tribulation Transcendence grand elder."

Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators typically resided deep within their sects, either guarding secrets, seeking the immortal dao, or isolating themselves from the mundane world, rarely taking action.

As far as he knew, among the five great immortal sects, only the abbot of Suspended Temple was a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator; the other four sect masters were all Body Fusion stage. The abbot of Suspended Temple belonged to the previous generation; no one in their current generation had yet reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage. As long as the Tribulation Transcendence cultivators remained hidden, he, with his immortal treasure, would be the strongest!

"Oh? And you still intend to kill in my presence?"

A voice, tinged with mockery and coldness, broke Deputy Cult Master Liu's reverie.

The voice was familiar. Deputy Cult Master Liu abruptly looked up and was astonished to find that Lu Yang hadn't fallen asleep!

"How is this possible?!"

Soon, Deputy Cult Master Liu's astonishment turned to terror. Lu Yang not falling asleep meant he was a grand elder of the Tribulation Transcendence stage!

Everything suddenly made sense: why Lu Yang had appeared to be only at the Foundation Establishment stage in front of him, yet could occupy a high position within the Dao Seeking Sect. Lu Yang's cultivation must have been far superior to his own!

"Who exactly are you?!" Deputy Cult Master Liu demanded sharply. To be a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator, one must be a renowned grand elder, yet he couldn't match Lu Yang with any known figure.

Lu Yang stood on the viewing platform with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering, like a banished sword immortal.

He gave his lower robe a decisive flick and leaped down.

"This Venerable One, Tofu Celestial!"

It was late night. Under the moonlight, a figure stood out distinctly in the darkness, as if he were the darling of heaven and earth, drawing all eyes to himself.

Lu Yang's aura emanated outward, bathed in moonlight. A power far exceeding the Body Fusion stage burst forth from him, compelling Deputy Cult Master Liu to involuntarily prostrate himself in reverence.

"Karma unfolds, sword descends."

The sword light pierced through the dark clouds. A blue immortal sword, like divine retribution, descended from the heavens, carrying the wrath of a deity and the indifference of an immortal, to punish all evildoers.

Facing this unparalleled sword strike, Deputy Cult Master Liu had no strength left to resist. He felt as if his body was fixed, unable to move. All he could do was raise his head, widen his eyes, and watch as the blue immortal sword descended.

The immortal sword pierced through Deputy Cult Master Liu's head.

"Swords are ominous things; this Venerable One does not wish to kill."

Tofu Celestial's expression was indifferent as he turned and departed, leaving behind an everlasting silhouette.

In reality, everyone gathered around, watching Deputy Cult Master Liu lying on the ground asleep, his body twitching occasionally. They were very curious about what dream Lu Yang had woven for him.

In truth, Lu Yang had been standing by Deputy Cult Master Liu's side the entire time; it was the Grand Elder who had been speaking on the viewing platform.

Deputy Cult Master Liu had already entered the dream world the moment he noticed Lu Yang was no longer beside him.

The Yellow Millet Dream Pillow belonged to the Undying Immortal. After Yun Zhi learned how to use it, she directly activated the pillow through the storage ring, causing Deputy Cult Master Liu to fall into a deep sleep and allowing Lu Yang to weave the dream.

As for the other high-ranking members, including Deputy Cult Master Gao, they were genuinely captured and covered with sacks.

"It's my pillow, why won't you let me use it?!" The Undying Immortal also wanted to play, but Lu Yang stopped her.

"Let me explore it for you. Over three hundred thousand years have passed; it might have deteriorated," Lu Yang said, naturally claiming the right to weave the first dream.

"By the way, did you used to find people to sing when you used the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow?" Lu Yang recalled the grand atmosphere as the Undying Cult's high-ranking members chanted the ancient words, as if offering a sacrifice to some great being. "What were those people singing?"

The Undying Immortal thought for a moment and replied, "They were lullabies I played with my doll when I went to sleep. The lyrics were, 'Sleep, sleep, my dear little baby...'" The high-ranking members of the Undying Cult had sung with such imposing grandeur that it completely mismatched the lullaby's gentle intent. It took her a moment to realize what they were actually singing.

Lu Yang was speechless.