497: Chapter 497 Instant Fame

Devilish Qi surged in the Void Realm, and the demonic eyes hidden in the darkness all lit up, as if countless Demon Ancestor Fantian Cultivators were peering through the rift, their gazes filled with shock and disbelief.

But anger was anger; Demon Ancestor Fantian had not lost his reason.

He felt that the power of Reincarnation attached to a sword scar was trying to erode his Origin through the wound.

It was a bizarre power, as if it wanted to forcibly drag his Immortal Lord Origin into Reincarnation to undergo Rebirth.

Moreover, forcibly attacking across boundaries consumed a great deal of his own energy.

Every time he struck with his palm, he needed to consume a vast amount of Devilish Qi and Origin power, and the Restriction power of Daluo Heaven in this space was repelling his aura.

More importantly, this was Daluo Heaven! Although the Daluo Immortal King had been missing for many years, no one could guarantee whether this Star Domain still possessed any trump cards at the Immortal King level.

Demon Ancestor Fantian's gaze swept across the surrounding Void Realm, and he vaguely felt that in the depths of this Star Domain, several obscure auras were slowly awakening, seemingly startled by this battle.

If he lingered too long and drew out the old monsters hidden in Daluo Heaven, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"Good! A truly great Prodigy!"

Demon Ancestor Fantian withdrew his injured giant palm, the wound on his palm still dripping blood; the dark golden blood fell into the Void Realm, turning into clusters of burning demonic flames.

His voice carried endless killing intent and deep apprehension.

"This Lord will remember you. When I contact the Immortal Lords of the other three clans, the day our great army presses upon your borders, I will surely turn your Realm into a dead zone and extract your Soul to refine your spirit!"

As his voice fell, a rift began to slowly close, the Devilish Qi gradually dissipated, and the starry sky returned to tranquility.

But Demon Ancestor Fantian's threatening voice echoed in this Star Domain for a long time, sending shivers down one's spine.

The giant palm retracted into the spatial rift. In the final moment before disappearing, the giant hand took the opportunity to scoop up the Jialan Heavenly Demon, whose remnant body had been scared witless below, and brought it back to the foreign Realm.

"Boom!"

With Demon Ancestor Fantian's retreat, a massive spatial rift began to slowly close, eventually disappearing completely.

The starry sky returned to calm, with only the devastation and thick stench of blood remaining to signify the earth-shattering battle that had just occurred.

On the edge of the battlefield, Blood Slaughter, who had originally held onto a glimmer of hope, had now become a cold corpse.

In the aftermath of the collision between the Future Self and the Immortal Lord's giant hand, he had been unable to withstand the impact of such power; he was sliced in half by a flying spatial fragment, and even his Immortal Golden Nature was shattered, leaving him to die silently.

"Thump."

Lu Yuan's true body slumped into the Void Realm, and the incomparably powerful Future Self dissipated into specks of light.

Forcibly executing the Art of Self-Transformation to draw upon future power caused a massive backlash against him.

At this moment, the magic power in his body was almost exhausted, but as he looked at the re-closed starry sky, a crazed smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Immortal Lord... nothing more than this."

"The day I achieve a Breakthrough to Immortal Lord is the day I trample your Nine Nether Underworld!"

The starry sky was like ink, and the rift stretching for millions of miles finally closed completely, as if it had never appeared.

However, the remnants of the Law of Space fluctuations in the air were still as violent as a tide, tearing at everything around them.

The moment the rift completely vanished, the terrifying pressure of Demon Ancestor Fantian that made the heavens tremble also dissipated. It was like a boulder weighing billions of tons being suddenly lifted from one's chest, causing all the surviving Qingyun Cultivators on the battlefield to involuntarily heave a sigh of relief.

But the great armies of the four foreign clans were now in a completely different situation.

Without a leader, their morale had completely collapsed. Three of the Golden Immortal level leaders were dead and one had fled, and even the strand of a Clone, which had come across boundaries with the supreme status of an Immortal Lord, had its Dao traces severed by the white-robed god of slaughter's sword, forcing it to retreat in disgrace back into the depths of the Boundary Sea.

How could this battle still be fought? Even throwing lives at it wouldn't create a shred of a chance of victory!

"Flee! Run away quickly!"

A Yaksha Clan Golden Immortal had already been frightened out of his wits; covered in blood, with half his body shredded by Sword Qi, he roared crazily like a stray dog, fleeing desperately away from the battlefield.

What Formation? What glory? In the face of one's own life, none of it was worth mentioning!

However, the voice coming from behind him was even more desperate.

"The gate is closed! We can't go back! The cross-boundary passage has been destroyed!"

A giant beast of the Asura Clan, responsible for the rearguard, let out a mournful cry that shook the starry sea, its voice filled with boundless fear and despair.

Its massive body was covered in hideous wounds, and purple blood flowed out like a river, dripping into the Void Realm and corroding black holes.

The Asura Clan giant beast herd fell into complete chaos. Having lost the Bloodline command of the Heavenly Demon leader, they were like a herd of bulls without direction, beginning to crash into and trample each other crazily.

Each Asura giant beast was ten thousand zhang tall; their collisions were like stars crashing, emitting deafening, muffled sounds.

Some giant beasts even entered a berserk state, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe, opening their blood-stained maws to tear at their companions, creating a bloody and cruel scene.

The Yaksha Clan assassins scurried about in the Void Realm like headless flies.

They were originally shadow hunters most skilled in concealment and assassination, but at this moment, they had completely lost their composure, forgetting even the most basic stealth, fleeing desperately on pure instinct; some even plunged headlong into the spatial turbulence, shredded into pieces by the endless Void Realm storms.

And the Heavenly Demon female Cultivators who were casting the large-scale illusion Formation were in an even more miserable state.

Having lost the Formation core of the leader, their Mental Energy instantly spiraled out of control, like a wild horse without a bridle.

The Spell backlash surged like a tide, threatening to devour their own Divine Souls! One by one, the Heavenly Demon female Cultivators let out shrill screams, blood gushing from their seven orifices; their complexions turned paper-white, their pupils dilated, and they lost their senses; some even frantically tore at their own hair, rolling on the ground, completely falling into a state of mental derangement and madness.

"You want to come, you come; you want to leave, you leave?"

An extremely cold voice rang out in the starry sky, like ancient ice striking against everyone's Soul.

Lu Yuan sat cross-legged in the Void Realm. Within a hundred zhang radius around him, the space was distorted beyond recognition, a result of the aura leaking out as he forcibly suppressed the violent magic power within his body.

His complexion was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood he hadn't wiped clean still hung from the corner of his mouth; his aura was indeed somewhat chaotic, and even his breathing carried a slight tremor.

Forcibly executing that forbidden Art of Self-Transformation, manifesting the power of an Immortal Lord with the body of a Golden Immortal, and even striking that ultimate sword blow that transcended Realms, the resulting backlash was simply too terrifying.

But within those double pupils, a bone-chilling killing intent burned, one that made even this starry sky tremble with fear.

He slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield, taking in every ugly sight of the fleeing alien Cultivators.