Only, by then, there seemed to be no need for him to step in.
Huang Jiang alone could resolve the problem with ease.
So Lu Yang stayed put for the time being and did not show himself.
He had not expected Niangniang Rong to break into the Sixth Realm in the midst of such dire straits, throwing the entire situation into flux once more.
At that moment, Lu Yang suddenly realized, helplessly, that despite possessing the realm, his cultivation was lacking. As a pseudo-Supreme, he no longer seemed qualified to interfere in the battle between the two.
As the saying went, man proposed, but Heaven disposed.
The world changed like a chess game; the next move did not always follow the plan he had laid out.
Matters had developed far beyond Lu Yang's expectations. For a while, he was at a loss as to what to do.
Though he had lived two lives, he was still only in his early forties. Before powerhouses like Huang Jiang and Niangniang Rong, who had lived for centuries or even millennia, Lu Yang realized he was still rather green.
Damn it, Heaven gave me far too little time. Far too little, Lu Yang thought.
Truth be told, he had grown extraordinarily quickly. In only a few short years, he had walked a path of cultivation that many martial artists could not complete in an entire lifetime.
Unfortunately, the situation had changed far too quickly, leaving him no time at all to catch his breath.
He had come from Black Mountain County to Wanlin Prefecture City barely a year ago, yet undercurrents and upheavals had followed one after another, until things had become so chaotic that it was exhausting just to keep up!
Lu Yang knew that with his inheritance of the Thunder Dao and