World Version Updates-Chapter 472 - 302: Angel King, Fallen! (2)

Using his own memories as a medium, drawing upon the transcendental position endowed by the Divine Court and the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, and utilizing the Supreme Divine Technique of Creation and Transformation, Lu Yan barely managed to bring the scene from his memories and some of its embodied truths into this place.

This Supreme Great Divine Technique of Creation and Transformation is most uniquely terrifying because what it creates is not simply an illusory deception, but something capable of twisting reality to grant it an authentic existence.

This means that here, both the reality of the fallen immortal and the remaining echoes of that earth-shattering battle of the only being in this world have truly occurred and continue to affect this space.

In such a genuine place of the fallen immortal, how could a mere, essentially flawed uniqueness from the past truly shake the Ancestral Hall of the Taiyi Sect that carries the karma of slaying immortals?

Just as that golden lightning was about to touch the rooftop of the Ancestral Hall by a fraction of a second, the plaque on the altar, split by sword marks and inscribed with the broken immortal character, moved slightly.

There was no earth-shattering brilliance, nor any world-ending energy eruption.

Instead, from the broken immortal character, wisps of incomprehensible mist silently rose.

The mist was elusive and unpredictable, in an instant as if it condensed into an intangible yet world-encompassing hand, quietly reaching into the sky above the Yellow Springs.

The hand seemed to casually wave lightly.

In that instant, it was as if everything in heaven and earth, all living beings across realms, time and space, cause and destiny... all changed subtly and fundamentally with that wave.

Change!

The essence of the Way of Taiyi lies within this word "change"!

All things in the world constantly move and change at every moment.

And the change of Taiyi is to comprehend, guide, and even master these changes.

Change heaven, change earth, change sun and moon, change mountains and rivers, change cause and karma, change living beings... let the eternal changes in this universe be fully guided and controlled by Taiyi.

The golden thunderbolt, containing the flawed uniqueness of the Storm Path, upon contact with the power of change, did not create any intense collision; it was as if it had never existed, quietly dissolved, transformed, and erased by the omnipresent power of change.

And the strand of uniqueness it bore, enough to drive countless Sequence 2 powerhouses mad, also completely dissolved into nothingeness within the rhythm of Taiyi, like snow melting in the sun.

The Angel King and the only being in this world, though seemingly just a final realm apart, even as vessels, they could theoretically carry part of the only being's power descending for a short time.

But this seemingly short distance has already become an insurmountable chasm like the gap between heaven and earth.

The astonishing scene before them utterly stunned all the Angel Kings present, including the Storm Angel King who had just made a move.

They could understand that Lu Yan must have had something to rely on, surely having a trump card to dare act in this manner.

But this scene, where even a wisp of aura from the broken plaque could so effortlessly erase an angry strike from an Angel King and its inherent uniqueness, had completely surpassed their prior knowledge.

"Gr... Great Being?"

An almost uncontrollable thought simultaneously surfaced in the minds of the seven Angel Kings.

They faintly realized what kind of awe-inspiring, terrifying existence might be lingering within that seemingly broken plaque?

Yet just as they were coming to this realization, or rather had no time to comprehend it fully, when the Storm Angel King chose to attack, triggering the memory Lu Yan had intercepted which began to flow according to its predetermined future, what terrifying events would unfold? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Usurper, be executed!"

Seated on the meditation mat, Lu Yan slowly closed his eyes, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow, calm as if merely announcing an already destined fact.

His right index and middle fingers slowly came together to form a sword gesture, then seemingly casually, slashed through the air towards the Storm Angel King who had frozen in place due to the dissolved attack.

The Storm Angel King almost instinctively sensed a mortal danger.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and without thinking, his form blurred instantly, retreating backwards at a speed faster than lightning, even leaving his meditation mat in panic.

However, the expected earth-shattering attack did not fall upon him.

The surroundings remained silent, with only the broken plaque standing quietly.

The Storm Angel King steadied his figure, a look of bewilderment flashed across his face, soon replaced by a surge of anger at being toyed with.

But when his gaze touched that plaque, recalling the bizarre scene just now, the anger was forcibly suppressed, only able to squeeze out a line through gritted teeth: "Bluffing!"

Settling his mind, he thought the other party was merely intimidating using the residual power of the plaque and prepared to return to his meditation mat.

Yet just as his form slightly moved, ready to resume his place.

The plaque on the altar, mostly severed by sword scars, with the broken character, suddenly, without warning, shattered completely!

In the next moment, a radiance of supreme brilliance, seemingly condensing the splendor of all heavens and defying imagination of its trajectory, appeared out of nowhere in a scene that none of the Angel Kings could comprehend or react to.

This sword light seemed not to originate from this world; it appeared to have traversed past, present, and future's infinite spacetime, obliterating countless tangled causes and effects.

Its razing point revealed signs of collapse after reconciling to singularity beneath this sword light, even across endless versions spanning realms.

This was engraved in the deepest part of Lu Yan's memory, an eternally indestructible scene.

The first successor of the Taiyi Sect, Jiang Zhiwei, slaying the Taiyi Immortal in the Ancestral Hall, with a sword that endured lifetimes!

What Lu Yan recreated with the Power of Mediation and Creation was never merely a simple Ancestral Hall.

But a complete memory of the first successor, slaying the Taiyi Immortal at this place.

And the Storm Angel King, having previously attacked and dodged, left the meditation mat position Lu Yan had prepared for them, equivalent to stepping into this activated memory of slaying an immortal.

At this moment, what he faced was no longer Lu Yan himself, but within Lu Yan's memory, that solitary sword enduring through the ages capable of annihilating the only being in this world.

What Sequence One Angel King? What True God's vessel? What flawed uniqueness mastering storms?

Beneath this sword through spacetime, severing cause and effect, capable even of felling the only one, all was rendered meaningless.

The brilliant sword light flashed and vanished, speed supreme, and silence supreme.

Within the sword light, the silhouette of the Storm Angel King, along with all concepts, existence, and causes he represented, were utterly erased without a trace, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Just as that sword light was about to completely dissipate, within Lu Yan's consciousness, the memory of witnessing Jiang Zhiwei's slaying an immortal began to change.

In that memory, Jiang Zhiwei's lazy posture on the altar suddenly, at a certain moment, gazed towards Lu Yan, a trace of amusement, a playful arc curling upon his handsome face.

"Interesting!"

The laughter was extremely light, extremely fleeting, as if a momentary illusion.

But Lu Yan was certain, due to the interference of Creation and Transformation, his past memory had been entirely rewritten.

The brilliant sword light finally disappeared entirely, the Ancestral Hall restored to its dilapidated, lifeless scene.

The altar remained broken, while the plaque inscribed with the broken "immortal" character shattered completely, losing that aura of transcendent version greatness.

However, within the Ancestral Hall, where once seven Angel Kings were seated upon meditation mats, now only six remained!