Dao Lord's Head!

With a thunderous roar audible only to those who Pursued Dao, the Sea of Suffering opened wide, and Lu Yang returned to the Real World with Patriarch Tingyou and True Person Demon-Sweeping.

The moment he landed, Lu Yang looked up.

It was deep in the night. A bright crescent moon hung high in the pitch-black sky, as though someone were smiling down at him. It made him feel deeply uneasy!

What should they do next?

Although True Person Demon-Sweeping's strength had greatly advanced and his own superpower was now in place, Lu Yang's situation had only worsened, becoming even more baffling and inscrutable.

With that thought, Lu Yang raised the Righteous Banner.

A figure immediately stepped out from it, his gaze burning as he looked at Lu Yang. The very next second after appearing, he dropped to his knees with a thud:

"Greetings, my lord!"

Lu Yang hurriedly raised a hand in a virtual gesture. "Fellow Daoist Banshan, why perform such a grand courtesy? You are too polite, far too polite! Please rise quickly—you are making too much of me."

Previously, Banshan would have risen with the flow. But now that he had figured things out, not only did he remain kneeling, he became even more respectful. "Please give your orders, my lord. Banshan will certainly exhaust every effort to carry them out. I only ask, only ask that my lord grant Banshan a sliver of an opportunity to prove the Dao in the future."

Having said that, he looked eagerly at Lu Yang.

After all, facts spoke louder than words. Just moments ago, Wu Daoxuan—a Heretical True Lord of middling rank in the Heretical Path Alliance—was, in terms of strength, even inferior to Banshan.

But what was the result?

That man was now one of the orthodox!

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