Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect

Mu Changsheng?!

These days, there were probably few in the world who wouldn’t recognize that name. It was none other than the name of the Primal Daoist who had founded No Heaven!

’How is he here?’

Through the eyes of the Puppet, Lü Yang saw the glowing silhouette of the soul roaring in the air, and his mind instantly raced with countless theories.

’No, that’s not right... I remember back in No Heaven, the Primal Daoist did say that the part of him that remained there was merely his consciousness, just like me. His true soul had long since reincarnated. So, is the one appearing in the Simulation Realm now his consciousness or his soul?’

BOOM!

Just as Lü Yang was lost in thought, the soul in the air roared again before slowly descending, revealing its tragic state.

He might have been cursing up a storm, but in reality, his soul was incredibly frail, not even at the Foundation Establishment Level. A halo of light then spread out, revealing a face that was somewhat familiar to Lü Yang.

’This is...’

The man’s face instantly jogged Lü Yang’s memory.

He had been to the Simulation Realm before. That was where he’d had his first battle against a Foundation Establishment Level enemy. If he hadn’t been lucky, he probably would have had to start over right then and there.

Back then, he had entered the Simulation Realm to practice *Theft to Sainthood*, but he had been schemed against by the Yun Family’s Ancestor, who had secretly reincarnated there, without him even realizing it. If a local mortal within the Secret Realm hadn’t enlightened him, he never would have realized he was being manipulated. In a way, he owed the man a debt of gratitude.

Because of that, in a later life, he had even made a point of bringing the man out of the realm once.

’...Wang Boyuan?’

The familiar name surfaced in Lü Yang’s mind, filling him with utter disbelief. He had never imagined there would be a connection to the Primal Daoist.

For a moment, Lü Yang’s mind was in turmoil.

’Damn, I’ve been smurfing in the low-leagues for too long. Suddenly jumping back into the big leagues... my brain can’t keep up.’

Just then, the glowing soul suddenly seemed to sense something. It looked directly toward the Yun Family’s Ancestor and let out a cold laugh.

"Where’d this Foundation Establishment cultivator come from?"

Lü Yang chose not to control the Yun Family’s Ancestor with the Puppet. Instead, he watched silently, letting the Ancestor play his part naturally. The Ancestor frowned and asked:

"...And who might you be?"

"Didn’t you just hear me?" the spectral soul sighed. "I am Mu Changsheng... That’s right, *the* Mu Changsheng from No Heaven."

After he spoke, a look of indignant fury flashed in his eyes again.

"Bastards!"

He couldn’t help but curse again.

He founded No Heaven and plotted for five thousand years with the backing of Heaven and Earth. His scheme was incredibly far-reaching; he had practically held the fate of the world in the palm of his hand.

First, he would use the Fruit of Long-Flow Water to complete the Fruit Position Prototype and evolve No Heaven. Then, he would spread No Heaven throughout the world. He wouldn’t have to do anything else. In a world ruled by Perfected Lords, where Seeking Gold was as difficult as ascending to heaven, it was only a matter of time before someone exceptional chose the path of No Heaven to achieve their goal.

Regardless of their origin, as long as they walked the path of No Heaven to achieve the Seeking Gold Ascension Position, they would become his natural ally. And just as he had expected, Minor Metal stepped forward.

After that, it was simple.

’Minor Metal would inherit No Heaven and achieve the Seeking Gold Ascension Position, while my consciousness would descend to the mortal world, find my soul’s reincarnated body, and then take it over...’

Many people had previously thought that the Primal Daoist would possess the person who successfully passed through No Heaven.

They were right, but also wrong.

Because while he did intend to possess someone, he never planned on taking over a stranger. Instead, he intended to possess his own soul’s reincarnated body thousands of years later!

Otherwise, why would he have created a method to separate his consciousness?

He would peel off his consciousness, let his soul enter the cycle of reincarnation to cleanse it of the marks of the Great Dao, and then his consciousness would possess the new body to walk the path of cultivation once more!

The Primal Daoist went to such great lengths with the goal of first having No Heaven remove the world’s Perfected Lords, thereby creating the perfect cultivation environment for his new life. Furthermore, with the support of Heaven and Earth, he wouldn’t even need to worry about the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. His ascension to the rank of Perfected Lord would be all but guaranteed!

What a perfect plan.

However, once Minor Metal ascended using No Heaven, the Primal Daoist’s consciousness was also released. He followed the Magic Instrument he had arranged in his previous life to find his soul’s reincarnated body. And that’s when he completely lost it.

"The Simulation Realm... The goddamn Simulation Realm!"

The Primal Daoist murmured, the resentment in his eyes almost impossible to conceal—a display that was extremely rare for a cultivator of his caliber.

Meanwhile, Lü Yang had finally pieced everything together.

Five thousand years ago, the Primal Daoist had laid countless plans and arranged everything perfectly. But then, the Saint Sect did just one thing that caused his entire endeavor to fall apart at the last second.

They threw his soul into the Simulation Realm!

’Wang Boyuan is the reincarnation of Primal Daoist Mu Changsheng’s soul... which means Mu Changsheng’s soul never actually entered the cycle of reincarnation from the very beginning.’

In fact, his soul had become bait to lure out the Primal Daoist’s consciousness. The result? The Primal Daoist, who had painstakingly fought for a chance to start over, now had his soul trapped in the Simulation Realm. Forget about the Seeking Gold Ascension Position—hell, he couldn’t even recover to the Foundation Establishment Level!

’No wonder he completely lost his composure and started cursing...’

For a cultivator like the Primal Daoist, who had long since forged a Dao Heart that allowed him to remain unfazed even if a mountain collapsed before his eyes, any insult could be borne with equanimity.

But this was the one exception.

That feeling of plotting for millennia, of finally seeing the hope of a new beginning and a path to the Seeking Gold Ascension Position, only to discover it was all an illusion...

’...The ultimate insult!’

It was, quite simply, the ultimate insult!

At this thought, even Lü Yang couldn’t help but sigh. For the Primal Daoist, the effect of this ultimate insult was even more devastating.

After all, his Dao Foundation had been shattered by the Saint Sect, his posthumous legacy had been taken by the Saint Sect, and even No Heaven had been handed over to someone from the Saint Sect.

And the result?

His one hope for a new beginning—his damn soul—had been tossed into the Simulation Realm by the Saint Sect, where it had spent five thousand years, day and night, helping Saint Sect disciples practice their Abilities!

’That’s so savage!’

It was just fucking outrageous!

Lü Yang, who had just started his own "talent" industry in the Seven Luminaries Heaven, couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate. *This* was the true meaning of working someone to death as long as they’re not dead!

’Who did this?’

’In the Primal Daoist’s plan, the reincarnation of his soul should have been the most secure part. After all, it’s highly likely he personally sent his own soul into the Netherworld.’

If a soul doesn’t enter the Netherworld, its reincarnation is subject to unforeseen variables.

But once a soul entered the Netherworld, it was a different story. Just like with Fortune back in the day, even Ang Xiao could at most tamper with the soul, but it would be impossible to prevent its reincarnation.

From this perspective, it was understandable that the Primal Daoist hadn’t anticipated any complications regarding his own soul.

So the question was, who could withstand the pressure of the Netherworld, forcibly yank his soul out, and then toss it into the Simulation Realm?

’The Saint Sect’s Ancestral Master...’

The answer was self-evident.

’...The Saint Sect’s Dao Lord! That’s right, it had to be him! Only a Dao Lord would have the power to forcibly snatch a soul from the Netherworld!’

Lü Yang finally understood everything.

’The Primal Daoist created No Heaven, taking all the world’s Perfected Lords with him. The will of Heaven and Earth must have been behind that. But how could the Dao Lord simply sit back and do nothing?’

’The Bhagavat’s intervention was superficial by comparison; he only sent down his Dharma Appearance to crush some small fry after everything had already happened.’

’But the Saint Sect’s Ancestral Master... his move was truly traceless! If not for seeing Mu Changsheng here in the Simulation Realm right now, who would have ever known he’d acted at all?’

At this thought, Lü Yang was filled with nothing but awe.

He had done just one thing—and he’d done it five thousand years ago—yet it was enough to completely bankrupt the Primal Daoist’s grand plan, leaving the man to do nothing but rage impotently here.

’The Saint Sect’s Ancestral Master... is vicious as hell!’