The Secret of Spells

For Sky Soaring, Lu Yang had truly gone to great lengths.

Including deliberately having him translate ancient texts this time—there had been an element of calculation in it. At the end of the day, he was intentionally exposing a few flaws to that old beast.

After all, according to the persona I established before, as the Dao Lord's reincarnation, I couldn't possibly fail to recognize these ancient texts, yet I still took the initiative to ask him to translate them. He would definitely be suspicious. No, he must have been suspicious long ago. After all, in every respect, I don't quite resemble the Dao Lord's reincarnation.

The greatest flaw was his cultivation.

In Lu Yang's view, his meager cultivation compared to Sky Soaring's was like the light of a firefly against the radiance of the moon. It was far too easy for Sky Soaring to spot the problem.

That was why he needed to do the opposite.

If I put on an air of unfathomable depth and deliberately imitate the Dao Lord's words and mannerisms, it would only backfire and make Sky Soaring certain that I'm bluffing.

So I have to turn it around.

I won't pretend to be the Dao Lord at all. I'll openly show him the side of me that is a rookie True Lord. That will instead leave Sky Soaring unable to pin down my identity.

After all, if a lower cultivator pretended to be the Dao Lord, he would be riddled with holes. But if the Dao Lord pretended to be a lower cultivator, there would not be the slightest problem—the more convincing it looked, the more reasonable it became!

As for Dragon-Serpent Shadow Bodhisattva's soul, Lu Yang was not worried either.

For one thing, Sky Soaring had brought this thing over. If the World