Chapter 479: Chapter 479: Ambushing Fortune

At this moment, Fortune was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

Heaven knew what a mental ordeal he had been through recently. One moment he was minding his own business at home, and the next a mysterious person was at his door, trying to kill him.

In the past, he could have annihilated the man with a single breath.

But now, not only could he not annihilate his foe, he was beaten so badly he had to flee like a cornered rat. More importantly... his Innate Divine Technique had been permanently stolen!

How the hell was he supposed to continue Seeking Gold now?

And just as Fortune was about to secretly contact Great Undertaking to find the shameless bastard who had ambushed him and get his revenge, another piece of devastating news arrived:

Minor Metal had led the way for World Purger Fei Xue, who then took action. Within Jiangnan Gantang Dao, the Grotto Heaven Fragment he had placed so much hope in—the one he’d hesitated to retrieve for fear of a trap—was destroyed. This completely shattered his hopes of reaching Foundation Establishment Perfection, refining a Blessed Land, and ultimately Seeking Gold to reclaim his status.

What was the point anymore?

With all hope lost, Fortune finally remembered the last trump card he had left himself: the Seven Luminaries Heaven. He had no choice but to leave his home behind.

But he never could have imagined:

"The Seven Luminaries Heaven is gone???"

In the Outer Heaven Sea of Light, Fortune’s face was contorted, his aura in violent turmoil. He nearly ground his teeth to dust. "Who... Who is scheming against me!"

Back in the day, how glorious he had been!

He had shouldered the Fortune of Heaven and Earth, achieved the Fruit of Lamp-Cover Fire, and even caught the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth, profiting immensely. Even among Perfected Lords, he was considered one of the best!

But alas, his luck had run out!

How had he ended up in this state?

For the first time, Fortune couldn’t suppress the urge to reflect. It would have been better if he hadn’t, but the moment he looked back, he broke out in a cold sweat.

’How did I die?’

For five thousand years, because of some Veil of the Trees, he had completely ignored the question of "how he died," focusing solely on Seeking Gold to reclaim his status.

Now, amidst the violent swings of his emotions, he finally reflected, looked back, and was abruptly awakened. He tore away the fog that had clouded his vision. "Fuck! Someone murdered me! And I thought my luck had just been bad after dying of old age... It turns out some villain was secretly working against me!"

"Ang Xiao!!!"

It was him! He would never forget the terror of being crushed, that damned Fruit of Great-Forest Wood... Not only was the man not dead, but he had reached the Middle Stage of Golden Core!

And his Cultivation was extremely high!

’High Cultivation, high attainment, and he even possessed an Emperor Fruit. Yet he chose to ambush me, a mere Early Stage Golden Core cultivator, during the chaos at the end of the millennial calamity...’

’That monster!’

Fortune’s hands were trembling with rage. What grudge did he have with Ang Xiao? They were both Saint Sect True Monarchs; shouldn’t they have been on the same side?

’Unless... it had to do with our Dao paths!’

Fortune’s mind raced, and he instantly grasped most of the truth. After all, for Saint Sect True Monarchs, the only thing that could make them turn on each other was their own Dao path.

The next second, Fortune fell into even deeper despair.

Because Ang Xiao had killed him five thousand years ago. If it was truly for the sake of his Dao path, then it was highly likely... that his opponent had already succeeded.

’Middle Stage of Golden Core? That’s too optimistic.’

’By now, Ang Xiao is probably at the Late Stage of Golden Core, a Great Perfected Lord! I’ve spent five thousand years failing to reclaim my place—he’s probably the one sabotaging me!’

And now, even his last escape route was gone.

Fortune raised his head, speechless as tears streamed down his face.

A hero at the end of his road!

’If my Fortune hadn’t dissipated, if that villain Ang Xiao hadn’t targeted me, how could I have suffered defeat after defeat? How could I have wasted five thousand years, becoming a laughingstock for all the True Monarchs?’

’For five thousand years, I’ve been secretly mocked by all the True Monarchs, yet I persisted.’

’I’ve waited five thousand years for one chance. I’m not trying to prove I’m so great; I’m just trying to prove that what I lost,’

’I will definitely take back!’

’But now... forget taking anything back, even my escape route is gone. The first half of my life was one of endless glory, but I never thought the second half would be so destitute.’

"The fault was not in the fight..."

Fortune let out a long sigh, filled with endless sorrow!

The next second, he seemed to remember something. His gaze sharpened, and without another word, he summoned his Flying Light and shot back toward the lands North of the River.

But just as he approached that broken place, a dense golden light suddenly spread from all directions, sealing the heavens and locking the earth like a city wall, cutting him off. Within the golden light, a figure emerged. He stood amidst the Duality of Life and Death Profound Light, a smile on his face:

"Elder Hongyun, this junior has been waiting for you for a long time."

It was none other than Lü Yang!

However, it wasn’t his main body. His real self had already returned to the East with Emperor Jia You. The one who had come was his Immortal Embryo Avatar, its eyes fixed intently on Fortune.

How had he managed to track Fortune down?

It was simple, really. After all, he still possessed Fortune’s Earth God’s Divine Technique, the Root of All Things. Using it as a guide, locking onto Fortune’s position was not difficult.

Seeing this, Fortune showed no surprise at all; instead, his mind felt unusually clear. "Upset my state of mind, cut off my retreat... you did all this just to lure me out Beyond the Heavens, to a place the Netherworld cannot reach, leaving me with no escape so you can kill me? Ang Xiao, you’ve gone too far!"

Lü Yang: "?"

Faced with Fortune’s furious accusation, Lü Yang blinked. He didn’t refute it, simply offering a faint smile. "You are mistaken, Elder. This junior has no intention of harming you."

"No intention of harming me?"

Fortune laughed with rage. He gave his surroundings a cold, sweeping glance and sneered, "If that were true, why would you lay an inescapable trap here and wait for me?"

Lü Yang stood with his hands clasped behind him, retorting glibly, "How could that be the same?"

Before his words had even faded, the Myriad-Soul Banner materialized behind him, fluttering in the wind.

"Besides, you are quite the slippery one, Elder. This junior was forced to resort to this crude measure. I only hope that you will grace my banner with your presence, allowing this junior to show you some hospitality."

Hearing this, the corner of Fortune’s eye twitched.

’Such sanctimonious and utterly shameless words... Is he from the Sword Pavilion?’

’No, wait. Isn’t he Ang Xiao?’

For a moment, Fortune was utterly confused... but setting that aside, he could still sense a grave danger from the Myriad-Soul Banner behind Lü Yang.

"Must this end in mutual destruction?" Fortune gritted his teeth.

"You jest, Elder."

Seeing Fortune’s fierce facade hiding his inner fear, Lü Yang smiled. "The fish will die, but the net won’t break. You should stop wasting your energy trying to secretly break the formation, Elder."

With a single sentence, Lü Yang exposed that Fortune, while appearing to argue, was secretly looking for an opening to break the trap. Seeing this, Fortune couldn’t be bothered to pretend anymore. He took a deep breath, a look of grim resolve in his eyes, and his voice boomed like Thunder Sound, "Fine! We’ll settle this with our own two hands!"

As his voice fell, the Thunder Sound intensified.

Instantly, the Outer Heaven Sea of Light began to tremble. A wind rose from nothing, gray and gloomy. Within the gale, it sounded as if ghosts were wailing and gods were howling, like ten thousand steel blades grinding against each other!

Fear of Cutting!

CLANG! CLANG!

The Da Feng swirled through the air, rushing toward him from all sides. Lü Yang understood with a single glance. ’He’s learned his lesson this time. Instead of Jia Wood, he’s using Yi Wood!’

What was Fear of Cutting?

Yi Wood is the wind in the heavens and the trees on earth. With deep roots and lush leaves, it is known as "living wood." Living wood fears being hewn and harmed by Yang Metal, and it dreads the arrival of autumn, when it withers and dies.

As the Da Feng born from the ability pressed down on him, it felt like being struck by blades and axes, hewn by weapons of war. The Divine Power Radiance around Lü Yang’s body stilled for a moment before cracking inch by inch. Large swaths of Divine Light were shaved off, scattering beautifully in all directions, which made Lü Yang’s brow furrow slightly.

’He’s a reincarnated Perfected Lord, after all.’

’Now that he has intel and knows my Dao Lineage, he has a strategy to deal with me. He’s become much more troublesome. Thankfully, I managed to strip him of one Innate Divine Technique earlier...’

But the more this was the case, the more resolute Lü Yang became.

After all, Fortune’s Gold Attribute was crucial to his grand Dao path. He could not back down.

Today, he would claim this man!