“Hiss hiss.”

Within the Realm Heaven, in a deeply hidden underground nest, a pitch-black demonic insect, only the size of a grain of rice, emitted a hissing sound.

“Mother... have we lost?”

“Why?”

The spiritual consciousness of the Qi-Devouring Insect King fluctuated violently, communicating with the fate imposed upon it, seemingly sensing the despair emanating from this world.

Yet, it could not comprehend.

Indeed, that tribulation fire was formidable, extremely so, but the Qi-Devouring Insect King believed that such an attack could not be unleashed repeatedly.

Therefore, there was no need to fear; as long as its mother, this world, continued to support and nourish it, allowing it to grow, in time, even if it faced that terrifying tribulation fire again, it was confident it could devour it entirely.

Yes, it had not lost yet.

“Hiss hiss!”

In the next moment, urged by the Insect King's will, the once dormant swarm of Qi-Devouring Insects moved again, flying towards the disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect.

It intended to continue its assault!

However, through the vision of its kin, the Insect King noticed that those people no longer resisted but instead gazed at it with mocking eyes.

Why?

Before this doubt could dissipate from the Insect King's mind, it realized that it had lost contact with its swarm, all the Qi-Devouring Insects.

In just an instant.

As if struck by divine punishment, without reason or warning, one moment the insects were hissing, the next they collapsed lifelessly.

Only at this moment did the Qi-Devouring Insect King truly experience the despair transmitted by its mother, and through the fate imposed upon it, its consciousness soared infinitely, finally transcending this world, witnessing the true scene beyond.

In an instant, its consciousness nearly halted.

It saw its mother, the Realm Heaven, once believed to possess infinite power, being effortlessly held in the palm of an indescribable giant.

“An interesting anomaly.”

True Lord Qingcheng Feixue looked at the tiny insect in his palm and smiled softly:

“Let it be.”

In the next moment, overwhelmed by an indescribable shock, fear, and reverence, like a frog at the bottom of a well finally seeing the sky, its consciousness fell into darkness.

Meanwhile, within the Realm Heaven, a heavy rain began to fall.

Raindrops pitter-pattered.

To the Qi-Devouring Insects, this rain was a deadly poison; all that came into contact were shattered into dust, losing their forms.

However, to the recently victorious disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect, this rain was like a long-awaited blessing, filled with immense vitality, enhancing their magical power, regenerating severed limbs; as long as they had a breath left, they rapidly recovered to their peak under the rain's influence!

Moreover, what excited them even more was the change in the world.

“It has begun!”

Chongming sprang up like a carp, shaking off Xu Xin, revealing an excited expression: “The world's transformation, this Realm Heaven has been integrated into the world by the True Lord!”

This was the final step in the battle for the Dao!

The victorious True Lord would absorb the Realm Heaven used as the battlefield, incorporating it into the influence of their own Dao position, then implant it into other territories.

In this way, the influence of the True Lord's Dao position would expand.

During this process, the world would be impacted to some extent; the previously unattainable Foundation Establishment Realm would thus become slightly more accessible.

This moment was the best opportunity to elevate one's status.

Like climbing a mountain, usually requiring arduous effort, but now, one could take a cable car, bypassing numerous obstacles!

Therefore, all true disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect, as long as they aspired to Foundation Establishment, would go to the battlefield for the Dao, risking their lives for a path to the heavens, because as long as they survived, even without cultivating great divine powers, without rare treasures, without third-grade true Qi, they still had hope for Foundation Establishment!

At this moment, all disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect were meditating in cultivation.

However, even disciples like Qin Tianhe, though true disciples, were still quite far from Foundation Establishment, with less than a fifty percent chance, making it impossible to attempt Foundation Establishment directly.

Therefore, they were merely striving to elevate their status, preparing for true Foundation Establishment.

Yet, at this moment—

“Hmm?”

“Someone... who?”

“In that direction.”

Simultaneously, all true disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect with status raised their heads, as if sensing something, looking upward.

They were not looking at the sky but at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Before that realm, hidden in the void, concealed in obscurity, unattainable to Qi Refining cultivators, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Having won the battle for the Dao, he had completed his final flaw.

At this moment, attempting Foundation Establishment, his success was certain!

“In the blink of an eye, it's been eight lifetimes...”

Lü Yang's expression was filled with emotion; eight lifetimes of cultivation, from a once reckless youth to a true disciple of the Primordial Saint Sect, it had taken him eight lifetimes to achieve this.

Recalling the past, he had exhausted all means to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, employing countless strategies, yet now, he hadn't even climbed; merely manifesting his soul, he stood naturally at the threshold of the Foundation Establishment Realm, ready to step in.

However, this final step made Lü Yang ponder.

Once taken, there was no turning back.

Foundation Establishment was irrevocable; he cultivated true Qi with the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』, and built his foundation with the 『Myriad Chariots Dragon Ascension Scroll』; henceforth, there was no return.

Foundation Establishment was about establishing the Dao foundation.

Once the Dao foundation was set, the future path was limited, no longer changeable at will, and many related karmic ties would inevitably seek him.

At that time, any slight misstep could lead to soul annihilation.

Could he handle it?

Especially since the 『Myriad Chariots Dragon Ascension Scroll』 was connected to the Pure Land of Jiangxi, with deep karmic ties; even after dealing with the Fulong Arhat, there might still be hidden tribulations.

At this moment, Lü Yang hesitated like never before.

Until he saw the 『Book of a Hundred Lifetimes』 beside him.

“No, I have a cheat!”

Even if the path was fraught with difficulties and dangers, for others, a wrong step meant eternal doom, but for him, it was merely starting over!

Thinking of this, Lü Yang's mind cleared, no longer hesitating.

He stepped forward!

Boom!

Lü Yang entered the Foundation Establishment Realm, his body shook, and with a loud boom, a majestic golden auspicious cloud rose around him!

This auspicious cloud was vast and boundless, evolving into flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon, stars, and all phenomena of the world; when it lifted Lü Yang's soul, it resembled a luxurious carriage, noble and elegant to the extreme.

“Roar—!”

A dragon's roar echoed, and a true dragon's shadow appeared within the cloud, five claws, holding a ruler, supporting the cloud, ascending with radiant light, protecting Lü Yang's soul and heart.

Compared to past hardships, this breakthrough was effortless.

In the next moment, Lü Yang's figure reappeared in the mortal world, an auspicious cloud above his head, absorbing the world's spiritual energy, his Dao foundation manifesting.

“Rustle rustle.”

Light rain fell, and Lü Yang stood quietly, his already handsome face now even more refined, exuding a noble aura.

Behind his head, the auspicious cloud rolled, a true dragon coiled within, creating circles of seven-colored halos; this was not a deliberate display of magical power, but a natural phenomenon generated by the world, as if even the heavens rejoiced at his breakthrough, resonating with him!

Meanwhile, in Jiangxi, within the Pure Land.

As Lü Yang established his foundation, a golden light seemed to flash within the Pure Land, ready to emerge, but it flickered for a moment before returning to nothingness.

At the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, atop the Extreme Heaven Cliff.

A handsome young man in a Daoist robe, pressing a sword on his knee, suddenly looked up with a surprised expression: “Commanding myriad chariots, ascending in radiance, yet not a Buddhist cultivator?”

The young man calculated with his fingers, then smiled with interest:

“That Dao position has been treasured in the Pure Land for many years, yet no one could attain it; now, the most hopeful candidate for that Dao foundation, with innate perfection, is surprisingly not a Buddhist cultivator.”

“This is indeed intriguing!”