516: Chapter 516 The Mystery of the Immortal Lord, Slaying Brahma!

"Useless trash."

Asura Demon Ancestor snorted coldly, his voice like a great bell, shaking the ashes on the ceiling of the grand hall so that they rustled down. "Fantian, you're regressing as you age. An ant from the Lower Realm actually managed to injure you? If it were me, a single strike of my axe would have split that Daluo Heaven in half!"

"Xiuluo, spare me your sarcastic remarks."

Demon Ancestor Mingxue's voice was hoarse and grating. "To survive a strike from Fantian, this brat is definitely no ordinary character."

"Furthermore, his Incarnation could actually unleash combat power close to that of an Immortal Lord. Such a Divine Ability is unheard of."

"If we allow him to continue growing, he will surely become a major threat to us."

"Indeed."

Demon Ancestor Yezha's voice seemed to come from all directions, elusive and drifting. "My Yaksha Clan's top assassin, Ye Wuxu, sneaked in carrying the Sky-Concealing Talisman, yet he still perished."

"This person's perception and methods have likely exceeded our expectations."

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about."

Demon Ancestor Fantian stood up abruptly, a terrifying killing intent bursting from his eyes. "Schemes and intrigues are already useless against him. Tomorrow at noon, the four of us will join forces and cross the boundary with our true bodies! We will forcefully shatter the boundary wall of Daluo Heaven!"

"Forcefully crossing the boundary? If that Daluo Immortal King returns..." Demon Ancestor Mingxue hesitated slightly.

"We can't worry about that much anymore!"

Asura Demon Ancestor brandished the giant axe in his hand, which was capable of splitting heaven and earth, and grinned savagely. "Even if that old geezer is still around, the four of us working together would be enough to give him a run for his money! As long as we move fast enough, take down Daluo Heaven, and devour that kid's immortal fetus, we can immediately retreat to the Foreign Realm. What could the Daluo Immortal King possibly do to us?"

"Agreed," Demon Ancestor Yezha stated briefly.

"Good!"

Demon Ancestor Fantian made the final decision. "Tomorrow at noon, four Lords shall descend upon the mortal Realm, flattening Qingyun and bathing Daluo in blood!"

...

At the same time, in a secret room in the back mountain of the Qingyun Dao Sect, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree. Having just condensed the Laws of an Immortal Lord, his Aura had already perfectly blended with this world.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a River of Time seemed to flow within his deep pupils.

"The Realm of an Immortal Lord... So that's how it is."

Lu Yuan murmured softly. After promoting to an Immortal Lord, his understanding of the rules of heaven and earth had undergone a qualitative leap.

He finally understood why it was extremely difficult to completely kill an Immortal Lord.

Because an Immortal Lord not only mastered present power, but also deeply imprinted their "Dao Fruit," or rather, "true spirit imprint," onto a certain key node in the past of the River of Time!

This node was usually the most important and profound transformation in their lives.

As long as the imprint on the past timeline remained undestroyed, even if their current Physical Body and Primordial Spirit were crushed, an Immortal Lord could spend time slowly resurrecting with the washing of the River of Time.

To completely kill an Immortal Lord, one had to find their imprint node in the River of Time and erase it!

But how could erasing the past be easy?

The River of Time possessed a strict self-correction mechanism.

If Lu Yuan were to travel directly to the past to personally intervene and slay a past Immortal Lord, it would inevitably trigger unimaginable space-time backlash and a butterfly effect.

Such backlash was something even he could not withstand.

"Since I cannot act personally, I can only kill with a borrowed knife."

A gleam of light flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes. "As long as I fine-tune Karma—such as by bestowing a small Opportunity upon someone or changing someone's thoughts—I can use the hands of people in the past to erase the imprint."

"This way, not only can I cleverly avoid the space-time backlash, but it will also directly cause the Immortal Lord's present Dao Fruit to collapse and their Realm to drop."

This was the so-called "dimensional strike"!

As midnight arrived.

[Ding! daily intelligence has been refreshed.]

Lu Yuan immediately concentrated his mind and looked at the System panel expanding within his Sea of Consciousness.

[Purple Intelligence: Tomorrow at noon, the four Immortal Lords of the Foreign Realm—Fantian, Xiuluo, Mingxue, and Yecha—will join forces to shatter the boundary wall and invade Daluo Heaven with their true bodies.]

"As expected, they couldn't hold back."

Lu Yuan sneered. Four Immortal Lords descending in their true bodies—such a lineup would strip a layer of skin even off Daluo Heaven in its prime, let alone the Qingyun Dao Sect.

However, he was well-prepared. Moving his gaze downward, the second piece of intelligence was the main event he anticipated most tonight.

[Purple Intelligence: Comprehensive Analysis of the Four Immortal Lords' Weaknesses (including the past time nodes and specific locations of their Dao Fruit imprints).]

[Demon Ancestor Fantian: 300,000 years ago, Foreign Realm's Celestial Demon Clan, on the eve of the battle for the position of Young Clan Chief.]

[Asura Demon Ancestor: 500,000 years ago, Foreign Realm's Abyss Colosseum, at the outbreak of the life-and-death battle.]

[Demon Ancestor Mingxue: 400,000 years ago, by the banks of the River Ming, at the moment of Epiphany in comprehending the Great Dao of Death.]

[Demon Ancestor Yezha: 200,000 years ago, executing his first assassination mission, trapped in the desperate situation of an ancient maze formation.]

"The detailed times and locations are all marked for me. System, you really are my great helper."

Looking at this detailed intelligence, the smile on Lu Yuan's face grew wider.

"Since you aren't coming until tomorrow noon, then during this long night, I shall first pay a visit to your past."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes.

"Xing Character Secret!"

"Great Dao of Time!"

"Art of Self-Transformation, Flow Backward!"

As the three supreme methods operated simultaneously, Lu Yuan's Physical Body did not move, but his Divine Thought transformed into an elusive, transparent phantom. Instantly transcending the current dimensions of time and space, he plunged headfirst into that surging and majestic River of Time.

Swimming upstream against the current!

The surrounding light and shadows receded rapidly like a passing white horse.

Scenes of seas turning into mulberry fields and worlds changing flashed continuously before his eyes.

Ten thousand years... one hundred thousand years... two hundred thousand years...

Lu Yuan endured the immense pressure from the washing of the River of Time, tightly holding onto his trace of clarity, and swam upstream following the coordinates provided by the System.

Finally, after crossing a long span of 300,000 years,

Lu Yuan's Divine Thought suddenly paused, finding the past node belonging to Demon Ancestor Fantian.

"Right here."

His Divine Thought descended silently like a drop of water merging into the ocean, arriving at the Celestial Demon Clan of the Foreign Realm 300,000 years ago.

...

300,000 years ago, Foreign Realm, within a grand and magnificent mansion in the territory of the Celestial Demon Clan.

At this time, Demon Ancestor Fantian was still just a young Celestial Demon named "Fantian." His face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a sense of ruthlessness and unwillingness.

Although his talent was decent, he was only a concubine's son. In the Celestial Demon Clan, it was harder for a concubine's son to rise to power than to ascend to heaven.

Because above him, there was an incredibly brilliant eldest son of the legal wife—Fan Ye.

Tomorrow was the Celestial Demon Clan's decennial battle for the position of Young Clan Chief.

Fan Ye had the highest popularity and the strongest power; almost everyone believed the position of Young Clan Chief was rightfully his.

"Big brother, don't blame me for being ruthless. The position of Young Clan Chief can only be mine!"

Inside the secret room, Fantian looked at a small black jade bottle in his hand, a frantic killing intent flashing in his eyes.