Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 1114: Chapter 582: 8th Life—Injury of the Great Dao, Spreading the Dao to All Beings!

"No!"

Lu Yuan stared at his aged, decrepit body, eyes filled with unease.

Especially the unprecedented weakness emanating from every part of his body, which filled him with terror.

It should be known that he was the legitimate firstborn of Immortal Emperor Hao Ran, recognized by all powerful beings of the Ancient Era as the foremost Emperor’s Son!

He possessed exceptional talent, having a cultivation of Half-Step Immortal Emperor at a young age, and was one of the most hopeful candidates to achieve enlightenment and become an emperor!

But now.

He inexplicably turned into a white-haired, dying old man, so weak it was incredibly difficult to even lift a finger!

To him, who was ambitious and sought to compete with the heroes of the world, this was even more unbearable than being killed outright!

"What happened? Why has the Emperor’s Son become like this?"

"A single stroke severing future years, only the Supreme Time Law can achieve this!"

The other Ming Dao Venerables were all terrified, their souls trembling.

It was as if the years were a blade slicing through the heavens’ pride!

Lu Yuan’s stroke wasn’t in vain; it cleaved into the River of Time, severing all of Meng Hai Zhen’s lifespan and vitality directly!

"Thud!"

Under the fear-stricken gaze of everyone.

Meng Hai Zhen’s aged body fell heavily to the ground, eventually turning into ash, dissipating into nothingness!

"Is even Emperor’s Son Hai Zhen dead?"

The group stood stunned, like stone sculptures, not daring to move an inch for a long time.

As for Zen Master Jieye and Fairy Yiyue, deep within their hearts arose an inexplicable, bone-chilling dread that made their hair stand on end, not daring to believe the scene before them!

If the death of Emperor Xuantian was within their realm of acceptance.

Then the extremely tragic way Meng Hai Zhen died completely overturned their views and understanding.

Because, as fellow emperor’s descendants from the Ancient Era, they naturally understood better than others just how terrifying Meng Hai Zhen’s power truly was.

In their hearts, Meng Hai Zhen was undoubtedly one of the most likely candidates to achieve enlightenment and become an emperor.

Yet who would have thought.

He would be killed in a single stroke, with not even a trace of resistance!

"Did the two Emperor’s Sons fall just like that?"

"Wasn’t that Demon heavily injured and dying? Why can it still unleash such astonishing power?"

The usually domineering and combative Saint Son Dou Zhan looked at the cross-legged figure of Lu Yuan at this moment, terrified, his voice trembling.

Even though Lu Yuan was now severely injured, his aura weakened to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

But with the precedents of Emperor Xuantian and Meng Hai Zhen, none of the powerful beings present, including the few Emperor’s Sons, dared to act rashly.

After all, no one dared to be certain whether Lu Yuan had the strength for one final strike.

Should they act recklessly, it might lead them into a catastrophic disaster!

"Buddha’s Son, what should we do now? Are we just going to stand by and watch this Demon recover from his injuries?"

A Ming Dao Venerable from the Great Sun Zen Sect asked gravely, transmitting his voice quietly.

Zen Master Jieye heard it, showing a struggling expression in his eyes, hesitating for a long time before ultimately choosing to give up.

The shock of the fall of Emperor Xuantian and Meng Hai Zhen was too overwhelming, so much that everyone knew now was the best opportunity to eliminate Lu Yuan, yet none dared to act.

After all, none could be certain whether Lu Yuan was truly at the end of his tether.

"Things have come to this point; it’s beyond our ability to manage. Return to the sect, report this matter to Buddha Venerable immediately."

Zen Master Jieye sighed deeply, speaking in a helpless tone.

And Saint Son Dou Zhan and Fairy Yiyue, among others, also chose the same decision tacitly.

Lu Yuan’s display of terrifying power had utterly frightened them, leaving them without the courage to battle him.

This is truly invincible in the world!

Even gravely injured, with Origin depleted, none dared to confront him!

Everyone was silent for a long time, finally retreating like a tide, leaving Lu Yuan alone, sitting cross-legged on the deserted star, quietly healing his injuries.

"Is it finally over?"

Lu Yuan exhaled a long breath, feeling relieved, as if a burden in his heart had been lifted.

In truth.

He had fought alone against seven Immortal Emperor shadows, and been severely wounded by the Destructive Tribulation Light, already reaching the end of his resources.

He had previously disregarded his injuries, forcibly exhausting the last traces of his body’s potential, successively killing Emperor Xuantian and Meng Hai Zhen, also to deter everyone present.

Otherwise, if all the Ming Dao Venerables acted together, they might indeed wear him down to death.

Fortunately, human nature is selfish, and no one wanted to be the first to act.

Adding to that the extremely tragic and terrifying fall of Meng Hai Zhen, it utterly terrified everyone, making them reluctant to challenge Lu Yuan as an enemy.

Seeing everyone retreat, Lu Yuan wasted no time.

He immediately focused his mind, operating his cultivation technique to the utmost, crazily absorbing cosmic energy to heal his injuries.

This battle was perilous, nearly exhausting his Life Origin; even with the robust Immortal Immortal Body, recovering at least a portion of his injuries would take years of healing.

But just as Lu Yuan was at peace, focusing on recovery.

A black light suddenly traversed through the void, appearing silently before him.

The black light seemed unimposing but contained unparalleled terrifying power, specifically targeting the Divine Soul.

If it burst forth, even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor would suffer grievous injuries!