Tofu Heavenly Venerable!

The higher-ups of the Immortal Cult were utterly dazed. They had only just finished chanting the grand ancient tongue in unison when a group of people suddenly leaped out from the crowd, sacks in hand, and bagged them right over their heads. Getting thrown into sacks and tied up with ropes—fine, we'll take the loss. But why is the Dao Seeking Sect so practiced at this routine? Aren't you supposed to be a prestigious orthodox sect?! What the Immortal Cult's upper echelon had chanted was an ancient tongue meant to pair with the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Pillow. The wording was profound, far beyond ordinary comprehension, and to this day no one had deciphered it. The Immortal Cult speculated it was an ancient immortal art to activate the treasure; others claimed it was an archaic incantation to awaken it. Whichever it was, one thing was certain: when paired with the ancient words, the Yellow Millet Pillow was an unstoppable killer weapon among peers of the same realm. The Cult Master of the Immortal Cult had deduced that the Immortal Celestial was proficient in dream-based laws of the Immortal Dao. The saying "A great dream of thousands of autumns, what year is it tonight?" was supposedly a poetic phrase ancient cultivators had used to describe the Immortal Celestial. Through textual research, the Cult Master had also discovered that Immortal Kirin once said he wished the Immortal Celestial would sleep on forever without waking. "This proves that although it is hard to tell who was strongest among the Five Ancient Celestials, Immortal Kirin must have feared the Immortal Celestial and didn't want the Immortal Celestial to awaken!" the Cult Master had proclaimed. Vice Cult Master Liu shook his head, cutting off his train of thought. He realized the Dao Seeking Sect had prepared for them all along; they were turtles caught in a jar, trapped. Who was the traitor?! Vice Cult Master Liu suddenly realized that Lu Yang, who had been right beside him, had vanished at some point. He jerked his head up and saw Lu Yang speaking on the spectator stands. Lu Yang seemed to notice Vice Cult Master Liu's gaze. Meeting his eyes, he flashed a calm, breezy smile and continued his speech: "Through this exchange, everyone must..." "It's you!" Vice Cult Master Liu's eyes nearly split with rage. He had never imagined Lu Yang would be the traitor. Could the Dao Seeking Sect have turned Lu Yang? No! For him to stand on the podium meant he had been from the Dao Seeking Sect all along! Maybe even part of their leadership?! "Heh, little thief Lu Yang, do you really think victory is in your grasp?!" With a frantic, do-or-die expression, Vice Cult Master Liu summoned the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Pillow, from his storage ring. "Let me show you all what an immortal treasure truly is! Even with me alone, I can still activate this treasure!" Vice Cult Master Liu spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Yellow Millet Pillow. The pillow emitted an eerie green glow that rippled outward in waves. Everywhere the green ripples swept, friend and foe alike fell into deep slumber. Be it Dao Seeking Sect disciples, Five Elements Sect disciples, or even the captured Immortal Cult leaders, once the green ripples washed over them, their bodies swayed and thudded to the ground, soft snores rising one after another. *Huuu-snore...* The Martial Arts Square was the central zone of the Dao Seeking Sect, meant to be bustling and lively. Now, it had fallen deathly silent, save for the chorus of snoring, appearing utterly bizarre. Even the sect leaders on the spectator stands could not resist the might of the Yellow Millet Pillow and were dragged into dreams. His aura weakened, yet Vice Cult Master Liu did not care in the slightest, laughing maniacally. "Hahaha! So what if it's the Dao Seeking Sect? So what if it's the Five Elements Sect? That's what you get for daring to look down on our Immortal Cult!" Brimming with murderous intent, Vice Cult Master Liu intended to seize this chance to slaughter the Dao Seeking Sect disciples down to the last man. "I must hurry. Once the Dao Seeking Sect's Tribulation Transcendence experts notice the commotion here, they will surely rush over. Even with an immortal treasure and sacrificing essence blood, I can hardly match the might of a Tribulation Transcendence mighty figure," Vice Cult Master Liu muttered to himself. Tribulation Transcendence experts were all hidden deep within their sects, either guarding secrets, pursuing the Immortal Dao, or isolated from the mortal world, rarely intervening. As far as he knew, among the Five Great Immortal Sects, only the abbot of the Hanging Temple was at Tribulation Transcendence, while the other four sect masters were at the Body Integration stage. The abbot of the Hanging Temple belonged to the older generation; in this generation, no one had yet reached Tribulation Transcendence. As long as the Tribulation Transcendence experts did not emerge, he, wielding an immortal treasure, was the strongest! "What, you still want to kill in this seat's presence?" A mocking, slightly cold voice cut through Vice Cult Master Liu's reverie. The voice was familiar. Vice Cult Master Liu jerked his head up, astounded to find that Lu Yang had not fallen asleep! "How is this possible?!" Before long, Vice Cult Master Liu's astonishment turned to terror. Lu Yang hadn't fallen asleep, which meant he was a Tribulation Transcendence mighty figure! Everything made sense now—why Lu Yang had appeared before him as merely in the Foundation Establishment stage, yet could sit among the upper echelon of the Dao Seeking Sect. Lu Yang's cultivation must be far above his own! "Just who are you?!" Vice Cult Master Liu barked sharply. Anyone who could reach Tribulation Transcendence had to be a renowned mighty figure, yet he could not match Lu Yang to any known person. On the spectator stands, Lu Yang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his white robes billowing like a banished sword immortal. Flicking his hem sharply, he leaped down. "This seat is the Tofu Heavenly Venerable!" It was late at night. Under the moonlight, a figure stood out starkly in the dark, as if he were the darling of heaven and earth, drawing every gaze unto himself. Releasing his aura as he bathed in the moonlight, a presence far surpassing the Body Integration stage burst forth from Lu Yang. Vice Cult Master Liu could not help but want to prostrate himself in worship. "Karmic origin begins; the sword falls." A sword glow pierced the dark clouds. Like divine punishment, a verdant immortal sword descended from the sky bearing the fury of gods and the detachment of immortals to smite all villains. Facing this peerless strike, Vice Cult Master Liu did not even have the power to resist. His body felt frozen, unable to budge. The only thing he could do was raise his head, eyes wide open, watching helplessly as the verdant immortal sword plummeted down. The immortal sword pierced straight through Vice Cult Master Liu's skull. "A sword is an ominous instrument; this seat takes no pleasure in killing." With an aloof expression, Tofu Heavenly Venerable turned and walked away, leaving behind the silhouette of an eternal back. ... In reality, everyone gathered in a circle, watching Vice Cult Master Liu sleeping on the ground, his body twitching from time to time. They were curious what kind of dream Lu Yang had woven for him. In truth, Lu Yang had been standing beside Vice Cult Master Liu the entire time; the person speaking on the stands was the Grand Elder. The moment Vice Cult Master Liu noticed Lu Yang was no longer beside him, he had already entered the dream. The Yellow Millet Pillow was the Immortal Fairy's possession. Once Yun Zhi learned how to use it, she activated the Yellow Millet Pillow directly through the storage ring, plunging Vice Cult Master Liu into slumber before having Lu Yang weave the dream. As for the other higher-ups, including Vice Cult Master Gao, they had truly been bagged in sacks and captured. "It's clearly my pillow, so why won't you let me use it?!" The Immortal Fairy had wanted to play with it too, but Lu Yang had held her back. "I'm scouting the terrain for you. More than three hundred thousand years have passed; who knows if it went bad?" Lu Yang naturally claimed the right to weave the very first dream. "Speaking of which, back when you used the Yellow Millet Pillow, did you also have people sing for you?" Lu Yang recalled the grand, imposing air with which the Immortal Cult leaders had chanted the ancient words, like an offering to some great entity. "What were those people singing, anyway?" The Immortal Fairy thought back for a moment and said, "It's the lullaby my doll played when I slept. The lyrics go: *Hush now, sleep now, my dear little baby...*" The Immortal Cult leaders had sung it with so much bombastic vigor that it completely clashed with the lullaby's mood; it had taken her a while to realize what they were actually singing. Lu Yang: "..."