505: Chapter 505 A Plan to Turn the Tide

With a growing sense of suspicion, Lu Yuan clicked on the last and most important piece of purple intelligence.

On the light screen, purple characters slowly emerged, every stroke seemingly dipped in fresh blood.

[Purple Intelligence: The true plan of Demon Ancestor Fantian is not to launch a frontal assault on the Imperial Pass, but to "make a feint to the east while attacking in the west."]

Seeing this line, Lu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

[A lethal trap: The foreign army's frontal assault on the Imperial Pass aims to attract and pin down the Host and all high-end combat power of the Daluo Heaven.

And the Yaksha Clan's top assassin, "Ye Wuxu" (Golden Immortal Peak of the Late Stage), will carry the Celestial Demon Clan's secret treasure, the "Heaven-Concealing Talisman," to take advantage of the vulnerability and infiltrate Qingyun Dao Sect's Qingxue Palace.]

[Target: Abduct the Host's daughter, "Lu Qingcheng," to force the Host into the "Nine Nether Extinction Array" already set up by the foreign realm for a fatal ambush. Ye Wuxu's infiltration route and the characteristics of the Heaven-Concealing Talisman are as follows... (Click to view)]

"Boom!"

The moment Lu Yuan clicked on the detailed map, an Aura suddenly erupted from within the tent.

That killing intent was like a materialized sword of blood, shooting outwards from Lu Yuan as the center! The Star Domain map before him bore the brunt, sliced by countless invisible Sword Intent, turning into fragments filling the air!

The candlestick on the desk shook violently, the flame suddenly flared up by three inches, then abruptly shrank to the size of a bean, and finally, with a "pfft" sound, it extinguished directly, plunging the entire tent into darkness and deathly silence.

In the darkness, only Lu Yuan's double pupils shone with terrifying brightness.

"Demon Ancestor Fantian... you are courting death."

These six words were squeezed out one by one from between his teeth.

Every word carried a bone-chilling cold, as if it could freeze time and space, causing the ages of antiquity to solidify.

Lu Yuan's fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles turning white, emitting a "crack" sound. The veins on his arms bulged, looking like writhing Dragons beneath his skin.

The bronze chair beneath him silently cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, shattered directly by the unconscious power of his Physical Body.

What he could not tolerate the most was anyone using his family to threaten him!

His son, Lu Changsheng, was a permanent scar in his heart.

Now, someone actually dared to reach out towards his daughter!

"Abduct Qingcheng? Force me into the array?"

Lu Yuan's gaze was cold to the extreme. In those double pupils, the original reflection of the galaxy had completely disappeared, replaced by a piece of bloody Chaos.

In the depths of his pupils, one could even see illusions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood churning.

"Good! Very good!" The corners of his mouth curled into an arc, but it was not a smile; it was the precursor to a ferocious tiger about to devour its prey: "Since you want to play, Demon Ancestor Fantian, then I, Lu Yuan, will play a big game with you!"

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. One breath.

Two breaths, three breaths. When he opened his eyes again, the churning blood-red color had completely faded, replaced by an almost absolute calmness.

Anger was not the goal; solving the problem was. His brain began to run at high speed, countless thoughts colliding, combining, and deducing in his mind.

"This plan of Demon Ancestor Fantian is indeed meticulous." Lu Yuan muttered to himself, as if analyzing the enemy situation, and as if deducing a strategy to break the situation: "The Heaven-Concealing Talisman is one of the Celestial Demon Clan's town-clan secret treasures; it is said that it can even deceive the Divine Thought probing of an Immortal King.

Combined with Ye Wuxu's Great Void Concealment Technique, the two superimposed..."

He paused, a flash of gravity in his eyes.

"It can indeed deceive the perception of most people. In the entire Daluo Heaven, I fear only existences at the level of Revered Master and the Old Goat could see through it.

If I am not present, and only leave some Elders or True Immortal level beauties to guard Qingxue Palace—"

His fists clenched again.

"The consequences would be unimaginable."

But the next moment, the corners of Lu Yuan's mouth suddenly curled into a cold smile.

"What a pity, Demon Ancestor Fantian." His voice echoed in the darkness: "For all your calculations, you still missed one thing."

He missed him, Lu Yuan, who possessed the System!

The plan he thought was flawless was, before the System, just like being laid bare before him.

"Since you want to lure the tiger away from the mountain, then I will play along with your scheme."

Sharp light shot from Lu Yuan's eyes, as if two sharp swords pierced through the darkness: "Don't you want my original body to be pinned down at the Imperial Pass? Then I will let you see—a pinned down Lu Yuan."

He raised his hands abruptly, forming seals rapidly in front of his chest.

The seal technique was incomparably profound, every hand seal containing the subtle Profound Truth of time and space.

A faint silver light appeared on Lu Yuan's fingertips, the light flowing like mercury, outlining mysterious trajectories in the air.

"Art of Self-Transformation!"

Lu Yuan let out a low shout.

"Hum—"

A profound temporal-spatial fluctuation centered on him, rippling out in all directions.

The space inside the tent suddenly became illusory, as if a pebble had been thrown into a water surface, causing it to ripple in layers.

Time, space, Karma... at this moment, countless mysterious Dao Laws intertwined together.

Behind Lu Yuan, a phantom slowly walked out from the long river of time and space.

The phantom was very faint at first, like an undried stroke in an ink painting.

But as the temporal-spatial fluctuations continuously poured in, it became increasingly solid.

The texture of the robe, the movement of the hair, the texture of the skin, and even the frequency of breathing were exactly the same as Lu Yuan's original body.

The most terrifying thing was the Aura, domineering, looking down on everything, as if all things in heaven and earth were crawling at his feet—it was the pressure of the Golden Immortal Late Stage Great Perfection, exactly the same as Lu Yuan's original body, and no one would doubt it.

Future Self!

Lu Yuan turned around, looked at his Future Self, and took out a token from his bosom.

The token was pitch black, made of a material that was neither gold nor jade, with an archaic "Commander" character carved on it. The moment it was taken out, the entire tent seemed to become a bit heavier—this was the highest command token of the Imperial Pass, representing the authority of the entire Daluo Heaven defense line.

"You stay here and hold the Imperial Pass." Lu Yuan threw the token to his Future Self: "At dawn tomorrow, cooperate with the people of Daluo Heaven and hit them hard for me!"

The Future Self raised his hand to catch the token, his movements fluid, exactly the same as Lu Yuan himself.

"Make the momentum as big as possible, preferably letting the entire Star Domain know—Lu Yuan is right here, at the Imperial Pass, held tightly by the eight-route army, unable to spare himself."

"Understood." The Future Self nodded, his voice, expression, and tone all being exactly like Lu Yuan's.

He held the token and sat down on the main seat in a commanding posture, that Aura of looking down on the world enough to deter any petty villains.

After doing all this, Lu Yuan stepped into the Void Realm crack. From beginning to end, he did not disturb anyone outside the tent.

The patrolling soldiers, the guards, and even the two Golden Immortal Early Stage deputy generals at the tent entrance did not know that the Lu Yuan at this moment was no longer Lu Yuan.

The Void Realm crack slowly closed, and when the last trace of the gap disappeared, the entire tent returned to its original state.