World Version Updates-Chapter 484 - 307: When Will the Banquet Begin? (Part 2)
Thus, he undertook a risky gamble.
He boldly linked all his memories, especially those concerning his own origins, version updates, and the core secrets of the Fengdu Underworld, with the memory of Jiang Zhiwei slaying the Taiyi Immortal with the Eternal World Sword.
His plan was simple, yet fraught with danger.
As long as the Storm God attempted to probe his core memories, he would inevitably touch upon the truth of the Taiyi Immortal's fall.
As the sole existence of the Xianxia version in this world, the Taiyi Immortal's existence itself contained unimaginable causality and taboo.
As an outsider to this Mysterious World version, the Storm God, upon learning of the Taiyi Immortal's existence and seeking to delve deeper, would likely inadvertently trigger causality, possibly resurrecting the Taiyi Immortal, who should have perished in the river of history, from extinction.
And Jiang Zhiwei's Eternal World Sword inherently contained supreme power to sever all illusions, preventing such occurrences.
Any entity attempting to uncover the truth of the Taiyi Immortal's fall and endeavor to bring him back would be annihilated by that dazzling sword light crossing time and space, no matter how powerful.
Even the Storm God's immense will, the sole existence of this world, could not avoid this fate.
Facts proved that Lu Yan had gambled correctly.
The Storm God's formidable will, upon touching that memory concerning the Taiyi Immortal, was indeed mercilessly obliterated.
The terrifying killing intent within that sword light, sufficient to threaten the life of the sole existence of this world, successfully deterred the Storm God from further probing Lu Yan's memories.
Thus, the greatest peril was eliminated invisibly.
However, this did not mean Lu Yan was completely safe.
While the altered and guided memory, along with the lingering power of the Eternal World Sword, managed to deceive the Storm God into mistakenly believing him to be the incarnation of Emperor Fengdu descending into this world,
the Storm God's long-simmering rage would not be quelled by this.
The fall of the Storm Angel King was an intolerable disgrace for the Storm God Cult.
The current situation was still precarious for Lu Yan.
If he appeared too meek and conciliatory, attempting to pacify the situation, it might instead arouse the Storm God's suspicion.
After all, how could an incarnation with such a terrifying trump card easily submit to provocation?
Should the Storm God grow suspicious and probe again, as long as He didn't forcibly attempt to explore Lu Yan's memories but took direct action, Lu Yan's current strength would render him utterly defenseless.
If Lu Yan were to act too aggressively, confrontational, or even attempt rebellion, it might provoke the Storm God's wrathful suppression.
After all, in the eyes of the Storm God, no matter how deep his background, Lu Yan at the moment was merely an incarnation akin to the Angel King level.
Would a true sole existence of this world tolerate an incarnation behaving presumptuously before it?
At this moment, Lu Yan was like walking on a tightrope at the edge of a thousand-foot cliff, with an abyss of unfathomable depth below.
Each step had to be carefully and precisely calculated, as even the slightest misstep could lead to a fall with no return.
He had to find a delicate balance between firmness and conciliation, showing enough confidence to deter his opponent without excessively provoking the capricious Storm God.
Countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yan's mind like lightning, and within a mere moment, he had formulated a strategy to deal with the impending crisis.
He knew that any verbal contention or show of weakness could only invite more trouble.
Only by demonstrating sufficient strength and confidence could he make the lofty Storm God and other Great Gods watching from afar regard him as a true interlocutor.
Resolute in his thoughts, Lu Yan hesitated no longer.
He took a deep breath, and under the terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze his very soul, he slowly sat down cross-legged.
In the next moment, a majestic and vast aura surged out from within him, soaring into the sky.
Suddenly, an Emperor's Dharma Aspect, towering at ten thousand feet, robed in black ceremonial garb and crowned with a twelve-pearl crown, manifested above Oranck, confronting the immense storm visage that blotted out the sun.
This Emperor's Dharma Aspect bore a seven to eight parts resemblance to Lu Yan, but with an added dignity and inscrutability that brooked no disrespect.
His eyes opened and closed as if the sun and moon revolved and stars perished and revived.
Upon the appearance of the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, it exuded an ancient and vast aura, not purely a condensation of Magical Power, but interwoven with an undefinable hint of higher-level olden essence.
The Emperor's Dharma Aspect's broad sleeves lightly waved, spreading an invisible force of invitation.
In an instant, the myriad stars in the sky, nearly obscured by the terrifying visage of the Storm God, began to shine with brilliant light again, as if summoned by some mysterious force.
One, two, ten, a hundred... Innumerable starlights pierced through the layers of thunderous storm like swords, manifesting again in the night sky.
The storm that devoured the heavens and earth, under this celestial phenomenon re-gathered by the stars, astonishingly began dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if snow met scorching sun.
The realignment of stars was not merely a celestial phenomenon; it was intertwined with powers from the olden days.
Though the Storm God was powerful and could temporarily obscure the starlight through sheer force, He could not truly eclipse the might above the stars.
The storm dissipated, and thunder ceased. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
In the sky above, only the radiant stars remained, together with the solemn Emperor's Dharma Aspect standing silently beneath the starry sky.
Traces of the olden days' essence lingered around him like living things, mingling with the divine light condensed from the order power of the Divine Court and Underworld, giving Lu Yan a semblance of the majesty and temperament of a true deity's sovereign.
The giant visage formed by the storm, upon witnessing this sight, had its pupils, akin to black holes, contract slightly, seemingly surprised by the unforeseen development.
Under the gaze of the Seven Great Gods, whether bewildered, scrutinizing, or indifferent, the majestic Emperor's Dharma Aspect slowly stepped forward.
With this step, the scenery before Lu Yan's eyes underwent a dramatic and overwhelming transformation.
The light of the stars around him seemed to stretch infinitely, transforming into streams of colorful light, swiftly retreating backward.
He felt his consciousness being infinitely elevated, breaking free from the constraints of the material world, and entering a higher and more profound dimension.
When everything stabilized, Lu Yan found himself commanding the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, now in a bizarre space beyond description with words.
Here, there was no sense of above or below, no sun, moon, or stars, only infinite nebulae and bands of light radiating various glows.
Looking down, what was once a vast Mysterious World teeming with billions of lives now seemed to shrink to a speck of insignificant dust beneath his feet.
This was the dimension where the true realm of the gods in the lore of mysterious mythology lay—the Star Realm!
Lu Yan glanced around, seeing in this vast and boundless Star Realm seven massive silhouettes, each emanating unique divine light and pressure, seated upon their respective thrones, gazing at him from afar.
Their forms were more solid and grand than when manifesting in the material world, and each represented the pinnacle of authority.
Even higher in the distant Star Realm dimension, a terrifying entity of unimaginable form and size beyond measure lay silently.
That was the body of the olden days' corpse!
Without the material world's concrete manifestations of the stars, Lu Yan truly felt the horror of the olden days' corpse now.
He couldn't describe Its existence with any known language or concept; just a distant glance made his Divine Soul tremble, as if about to be assimilated and devoured by that endless chaos and madness.
But for the Seven Great Gods upholding this relatively stable Star Realm dimension, Lu Yan would have been utterly corrupted by the olden days' corpse the moment he set foot there, becoming a part of It.
Suppressing the shock and unrest in his heart, Lu Yan, guiding the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, courteously but unyieldingly cupped his hands in a salute under the watchful eyes of the Seven Great Gods.
His voice, transmitted through the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, carried a deliberate hint of aloofness and detachment, resounding through the tranquil Star Realm:
"I have arrived as invited. When shall the feast commence, my Lords?"
