512: Chapter 512 The True Self Descends

In the cage, the Future Self held a purple-gold greatsword, locked in a fierce, seesaw battle with eight foreign powerhouses of the Late Stage Golden Immortal realm.

Sword light and Spells intertwined, fist winds and palm prints collided; every clash caused heaven and earth to shake.

The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood and gunpowder smoke.

On the ground, ravines crisscrossed everywhere, covered in the scars of battle.

Although the Future Self possessed only seventy percent of Lu Yuan's true body's combat power, relying on the profundity of the Ancient Scripture of the Immortal Emperor, he still fought brilliantly, firmly pinning down these eight people.

Outside the Formation, although the Golden Immortals of the Daluo Heaven had caught their breath, they could only harass from the periphery, unable to intervene at all.

With solemn expressions, they watched the battle inside the Formation, their hearts filled with shock.

"To think that Lu Yuan's Incarnation is actually this difficult to deal with!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang of the Asura Clan swung his giant axe, speaking through gritted teeth.

His giant axe was stained with blood, both from his enemies and his own.

Just then, Ying Jue, the Yaksha Clan Elder who had been hiding in the shadows controlling the Formation, suddenly turned as pale as paper.

"Pfft!"

He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

"What's wrong? Ying Jue, are you injured?" Su Hun, who was standing nearby, asked with a frown. Su Hun was clad in a white robe, his long hair flowing, and a faint mist of water swirled around his body.

"No... it's not me..."

Ying Jue's voice was trembling, his lips quivered, and his pupils shrank violently.

"It's Ye Wuxu... his Life Tablet... has shattered!"

As an Elder of the Yaksha Clan, he shared a special secret technique connection with Ye Wuxu.

Just a moment ago, he had clearly felt Ye Wuxu's aura completely vanish from this world.

Not just his Physical Body, but even his true spirit had been obliterated!

It was as if he had been completely erased from heaven and earth by an invisible giant hand!

"What?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the other seven Golden Immortals within the Formation changed drastically.

Ye Wuxu was dead?

He was the number one assassin of their Foreign Realm, the one who carried the Sky-Concealing Talisman to execute that top-secret mission!

He was a legend who could escape with his life even from an Immortal Lord!

How could he die?

How could he die in a place like the Imperial Pass?

Could it be...

"The plan failed! We've been tricked!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang instantly realized, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his blood-red eyes filled with unbelievable dread.

He stared fixedly at the dissipating golden speck of light in the palm of Lu Yuan's Future Self—it was precisely the trace of Ye Wuxu's last remaining Immortal Golden Nature being completely ground away.

"This Incarnation is deliberately stalling for time! The real Lu Yuan isn't in the Imperial Pass at all!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang's voice was hoarse and trembling. He suddenly whipped his head back to look at the ruins of the Night God Temple in the distance. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the messy battlefield, and only one thought remained in his mind—flee!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Panic spread like a plague through the hearts of the eight Golden Immortals.

Ye Wuxu's death meant their trump card had been exposed, and it might even draw the frenzied vengeance of Lu Yuan's true body.

If that God of Slaughter really rushed back, not a single one of them would likely survive!

Su Hun of the Mingxue Su Family, his old face resembling withered tree bark, was distorted to the extreme. He stumbled, nearly falling from the starry sky, but was fortunately supported by Su Zhou beside him.

"Deactivate the Formation! Tear open the Void Realm and run!"

The eight could no longer care about their containment mission. They instantly withdrew their mana and abandoned the Eight Extremes Demon-Suppressing Formation.

Eight beams of light of various colors erupted from their bodies, traces of each of them activating their respective life-saving trump cards.

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang gritted his teeth and pulled a blood-red Talisman from his sleeve. The Talisman was carved with twisted ancient runes, emitting a heart-palpitating spatial fluctuation.

The other seven were similarly flustered; some crushed jade Talismans, some activated secret treasures, and some simply used their own essence blood as a catalyst, attempting to forcibly tear open the Void Realm.

"Want to leave?"

A bone-chilling voice exploded in the starry sky without warning.

The voice seemed to come from the coldest depths above the Nine Heavens, carrying a chill that froze the Soul.

"Did you ask me first?"

*Rip—*

Not far from the eight Golden Immortals, the Void Realm was suddenly ripped open like cloth by a pair of large hands.

Those hands were fair and slender, yet they contained a terrifying power capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

From the crack in the Void Realm, biting astral winds surged out, making the robes of the eight Golden Immortals flutter wildly.

Clad in white, pristine and untainted—Lu Yuan's true body!

He stepped out from the Void Realm, his white clothes whiter than snow, pristine and untainted, his long hair flying wildly in the astral wind.

His gaze was indifferent as he looked down at the eight Golden Immortals who were like stray dogs, a bloodthirsty sneer playing at the corner of his mouth.

That smile caused the hearts of the eight Golden Immortals to instantly sink to the bottom.

"Since you've come, then all of you stay."

Before his voice had even faded...

*Buzz—*

The "Future Self" who had been tangling with them flickered and appeared on the left side of the battlefield like a specter.

The purple-gold greatsword in his hand was still dripping with Ye Wuxu's blood, and a faint thread of Karma lingered on the blade, slowly merging into the divine weapon at this moment, making the aura emitted by the sword even deeper and more terrifying.

Immediately after, on the other side of the starry sky, a white-haired old man with an aura as steady as an abyss slowly emerged.

He wore a simple, ancient Daoist robe, his white hair falling like a waterfall. His expression was calm, yet it carried a heavy sense of having weathered countless eons.

In his hand, he held a cauldron emitting the aura of Chaos. Mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars were carved upon it. As the cauldron vibrated slightly, Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi cascaded down like a waterfall, filled with a majesty that suppressed all things.

It was precisely Lu Yuan's "Past Self," who had been hiding in the shadows all along!

The true body, the Future Self, and the Past Self—the three bodies appeared simultaneously, occupying the Three Powers positions, surrounding the eight Golden Immortals tightly in the center.

"myriad things mother qi cauldron, seal the heavens and isolate the earth!"

With a lift of the Past Self's single hand, the half-immortal artifact-grade cauldron suddenly expanded to a size of a million Zhang, blotting out the sky and sun, as if it could take the entire starry sky into its fold.

The mouth of the cauldron faced downward, pouring down boundless Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi. Heavy as mountains, yet carrying an innate power of the Laws of heaven and earth, the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi transformed into an indestructible canopy, completely sealing off all escape routes in this starry sky.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Under the pressure of this canopy, the spatial cracks that Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang and the others had just torn open healed instantly, producing a series of muffled explosions.

The spatial channels, which had not yet fully formed, were crushed on the spot as if by an invisible giant hand.

A few Golden Immortals reacted extremely quickly, attempting to tear open the Void Realm in another direction, but when they crashed into the canopy, they were bounced right back by the powerful counter-shock force, looking utterly wretched like rats trapped in a cage.

"Closing the door to beat the dog—now it begins."