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My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Chapter 442 - 75: Plotting for the Dao Fruit, Re-entering Ancient Times
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Chapter 442: Chapter 75: Plotting for the Dao Fruit, Re-entering Ancient Times

Lu Xuan sat beside Xiaoyan, listening intently.

The stunningly beautiful woman was discussing matters with the middle-aged Daoist, but it was gradually turning into an argument.

"I can see it. There is only one final seat for a Dao Fruit left, and it must belong to Xiaoxuan. In the Years to come, no more Ancient Ones are to be born!"

The stunningly beautiful woman’s attitude was firm:

"I intend to set up a game to suppress and kill all who contend for the Dao Fruit, clearing the path ahead!"

The middle-aged Daoist frowned and shook his head.

"That’s highly unrealistic. Setting aside those who are distant, let’s just talk about Haotian."

He pointed a hand at the Emperor Corpse on the cliff and said grimly:

"Haotian has been lying dormant here for a long time, maintaining a state of death. I am certain he is plotting to reclaim his half of a Dao Fruit and return to the ranks of those with a Perfect Dao Fruit."

After a pause, the middle-aged Daoist continued:

"There has never been such a thing as a reserved Dao Fruit. Goddess, you want Haotian to cooperate with us. If the one remaining Complete Dao Fruit goes entirely to Xiaoxuan, what about Haotian? Will he agree?"

In the current great era, eight of the nine Complete Dao Fruits were already taken. Six Enlightened Ones who held Complete Dao Fruits and four Ancient Ones who held half a Dao Fruit each presided over everything.

They were Immortal and Indestructible, never to fall or falter.

The stunningly beautiful woman was silent for a long moment before speaking again:

"Houtu—we can strike down the Reincarnation she holds, and that will free up half a Dao Fruit. And Amitabha Buddha—if we destroy the Western Pure Land he commands, that’s another half a Dao Fruit!"

"How incredibly difficult!"

The middle-aged Daoist shook his head.

"You want to strike down an Enlightened One and also hunt down every Daluo who seeks to reach the level of an Ancient One. If we really do this, we will be hunted by all sides."

After a pause, he offered a reminder:

"Goddess, don’t forget. The Three Pristine Ones can flip the chessboard, but the other Enlightened Ones have this ability as well. If we push them too far, both sides will lose. If the great era is restarted, what will become of Xiaoxuan? Can he even ensure his own Existence?"

The stunningly beautiful woman stood up, not backing down in the slightest:

"Everything hinges on this one gamble. I have obtained something close to the Eye of Omniscience. All schemes, all plots, are but illusions in my eyes. The advantage is mine!"

"Absurd!" the middle-aged Daoist berated her. "Goddess, you’re thinking too simply. Your temperament is truly that of a child!"

The argument between the two Supreme Beings grew more intense. The Emperor Corpse frowned, and Lamp was utterly silent.

Xiaoyan quietly turned his head, his eyes shining brightly.

"Xiaolu, what are your thoughts?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment, then looked up and replied:

"The Dao Fruit is too illusory, too ethereal. What I need to do and will do right now is take care of the Human Race, focus on the plans in Qin, and prepare for the next game."

With that, he rose and walked between the two Supreme Beings, who were red-faced from their argument. He bowed to each in turn and said softly:

"Lady, Second Master."

The two Supreme Beings both glanced at him. They had heard what Lu Xuan said earlier. The stunningly beautiful woman said softly:

"Child, the Dao Fruit may seem distant to you, but that’s not actually the case. You are already in the running for it. Many things must be planned in advance!"

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"Although many of the Goddess’s ideas are extremely naive, she’s right about this. Xiaoxuan, you are already in the sequence to contend for the Dao Fruit. Your competitors on this stage are some of the most stunning Daluo of this age!"

A wry smile appeared on Lu Xuan’s face. After bowing to the two Supreme Beings once more, he finally said:

"Second Master, Lady, I know I am often extremely reckless. I haven’t even achieved the rank of Immortal, yet I dare to play against a Daluo. All this time, if not for the protection of my elders, I would have perished long ago."

He paused, then continued:

"My elders have helped me restrain the lofty Dao Fruit cultivators and deter the Daluo. I am deeply grateful for their kindness. But when the time truly comes for me to begin planning for the Dao Fruit, it will be a path I must walk myself."

The middle-aged Daoist was stunned for a moment, then came to a sudden realization.

For so long, Xiaoxuan had been beneath the level of Immortal. They could openly intervene, forbidding the Dao Fruit cultivators and even the Daluo from making a move against him.

Over time, even he himself had forgotten that, in the end, one must walk their own path.

Lu Xuan smiled faintly at this.

"Back then, when my master accepted me as his disciple, he asked me if I wanted to cut through the thorns myself or have him protect me for the entire journey. I chose to cut through the thorns myself."

"The path I wish to walk is one that leads to World Clarity. If my elders protect me in all things, I will never be able to walk this path to its end."

After a pause, he said solemnly:

"Right now, if a Daluo comes down to kill me, you could call it a senior bullying a junior, and I can still go crying to my guardians. But years from now, when I am a Daluo myself, if I still need my elders to eliminate my competitors and plan my path forward... what kind of pathetic situation would that be?"

The path of a chess piece is planned by the Chess Player. The path of a Chess Player is one they must plot for themselves.

The two Supreme Beings fell silent.

The middle-aged Daoist sighed softly.

"It is I, your master, who has become too attached. The Great Dao must be contended for..."

The stunningly beautiful woman also lowered her head, but she still seemed unwilling to yield, whispering:

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She might have grumbled, but in the end, she still said:

"Xiaoxuan, we’ll do as you say."

As she spoke, the stunningly beautiful woman’s eyebrow quirked up again.

"When you become a Daluo, your wings will have grown strong, and you should soar on your own. But you haven’t even reached the rank of Immortal yet, so how could I not manage you?"

As her voice fell, she glanced sideways at the middle-aged Daoist.

"I can leave those Daluo who seek the Dao Fruit alone, but striking down an Enlightened One... that’s always a good thing, right?"

"Acceptable." The middle-aged Daoist nodded decisively. In the distance, the Emperor Corpse pinned to the cliff also spoke:

"Striking down a certain Enlightened One to free up half a Dao Fruit would be a good thing for me as well. I am willing to enter the game."

"In that case..."

The stunningly beautiful woman’s eyes glittered.

"Who shall we start with? Shall we ruin Amitabha Buddha’s Western Pure Land, sever Houtu’s Reincarnation, or destroy Bodhi’s Grand Aspiration?"

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