518: Chapter 518 Stripped of Dao Fruit, Asura Demon Ancestor!

The moment the Soul-Devouring Demon Poison entered Fan Ye's body.

"Hum!"

A ball of pure white flames suddenly ignited within Fan Ye's Sea of Consciousness!

World Purifying Heaven Burning Flame!

That Soul-Devouring Demon Poison, which specialized in targeting the Soul, could not even last a single breath before this supreme purifying fire; it was instantly incinerated into nothingness.

Not only that, but the tyrannical purifying power even followed the trajectory of the demon poison, invading Fantian's body in reverse!

"Ah—!"

Fantian let out a shrill, miserable scream. He felt as if his palm had been thrust into a red-hot steel furnace. This burning sensation from the depths of his Soul caused him to instantly lose all combat ability.

"You... you weren't poisoned? What kind of fire is this?"

Fantian retreated in terror, staring at Fan Ye, who was unscathed and even more imposing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Fantian, did you really think those pathetic tricks of yours could deceive me?"

Fan Ye stepped forward, murderous intent laid bare in his eyes. After having his tendons and marrow cleansed by the Chaos Qi, his strength was no longer what it once was.

He drew his longsword, and with a peerless, sharp Sword Qi, he struck directly at the still-screaming Fantian.

"No! Big Brother! Spare me! I admit defeat!"

Fantian begged desperately, trying to dodge, but Fan Ye clearly had no intention of letting a tiger return to the mountain.

"Chih—"

The sword light flashed, Fantian's head flew high into the air, and blood gushed out.

"Bang!"

As Fantian was decapitated, the "Immortal Lord Imprint Embryo" that had been condensing at this point in time also collapsed instantly, dissipating between heaven and earth!

...

Three hundred thousand years later, in the present, outside Daluo Heaven, the Demon Ancestor Fantian's palace.

Demon Ancestor Fantian was closing his eyes to rest, preparing to launch a cross-boundary assault on Daluo Heaven.

Suddenly!

"Ah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream, seemingly originating from the deepest depths of his Soul, erupted from his mouth.

His ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic body, radiating the terrifying pressure of an Early Stage Immortal Lord, suddenly began to tremble violently and wither like a deflated balloon.

The round, flawless Immortal Lord Dao Fruit within his body had unexpectedly developed countless cracks without any warning!

"Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, Demon Ancestor Fantian felt with extreme terror that the Immortal Lord Law he had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years was crazily flowing away and collapsing!

His Realm plummeted from Early Stage Immortal Lord... instantly falling to Peak Golden Immortal! And it continued to be unstable!

"This... what is happening?"

"My Dao Fruit! My imprint!"

"No! Who? Who cut my past?"

Demon Ancestor Fantian clutched his head, rolling in agony on his throne, his eyes filled with incomprehensible fear and despair.

He could never have dreamed that the victory he was so proud of three hundred thousand years ago, the decisive battle that established his Immortal Lord Foundation, had been forcibly rewritten today!

Meanwhile, in a secret chamber of the Qingyun Dao Sect, a Divine Thought that had traversed three hundred thousand years of time and space silently returned to Lu Yuan's main body.

Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was somewhat pale from the time travel, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"The first one."

Inside the secret chamber of the Qingyun Dao Sect, Lu Yuan panted slightly, his face appearing slightly pale.

Forcing his Divine Thought to flow upstream for five hundred thousand years, even with his current cultivation as an Early Stage Immortal Lord, he still felt a needle-like stinging pain from the depths of his Divine Soul.

The backlash from the River of Time was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

But this pain only made his eyes become more frantic and fervent.

"Demon Ancestor Fantian's Dao Fruit has collapsed; next, it is the turn of that muscle-brained brute."

Lu Yuan did not stop to rest for too long; he consumed a drop of reincarnation immortal liquid to nourish his damaged Divine Soul.

After the stinging pain subsided slightly, he closed his eyes again.

"Art of Self-Transformation, reverse flow!"

His Divine Thought once again turned into a shadow of nothingness, plunging headlong into the mighty River of Time without hesitation.

This time, the distance he had to traverse was even further: five hundred thousand years!

The surrounding light and shadows changed in a dizzying manner; the rise and fall of eras, the birth and death of races, all flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

"Boom!"

Finally, after traversing five hundred thousand years of time.

Lu Yuan's Divine Thought shook violently, locking onto a past node filled with bloody and violent Aura.

...

Five hundred thousand years ago, in the territory of the Asura Clan, ten thousand feet deep underground, in the pitch-black Abyss Gladiator Arena.

This was a meat grinder for the lowest-level slaves of the Asura Clan, and also a bloody coliseum for the high-ranking nobles to amuse themselves.

The thick smell of blood mixed with the stench of excrement, forming a nauseating, pungent odor.

The high stands all around were packed with Asura Clan members emitting fanatical roars.

They waved their arms, their eyes flashing with bloodlust, anticipating the coming slaughter feast.

And at the very bottom of the gladiatorial arena, in a dark and damp iron cage.

A skinny, gaunt Asura Clan youth covered in scars was curled up in a corner.

His name was Xue Zhan, and he was the future Asura Demon Ancestor.

At this moment, Xue Zhan possessed none of the domineering Aura that would later shake the starry sky.

He was merely a bottom-level slave who had lost ninety-nine times in a row.

Although he had luckily saved his life every time, his injuries had already become too severe to recover from.

Tomorrow was his one-hundredth life-and-death battle. According to the rules of the Abyss Gladiator Arena, as long as one could win one hundred times in a row, or survive the one-hundredth battle, one could gain freedom.

But Xue Zhan knew very well that this was nothing but a trick played by the big shots to deceive people.

Because his opponent tomorrow was not another slave, but a Vicious Beast possessing an ancient Bloodline—a Titan Giant Ape!

That giant ape was dozens of feet tall, possessed infinite strength, and it was said that it could even tear apart a powerhouse at the Early Stage of True Immortal.

As a slave who hadn't even touched the threshold of True Immortal, what could he use to win?

"No... I don't want to die... I cannot die here!"

Xue Zhan gripped the iron bars tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping down.

His eyes burned with intense desire to survive and unwillingness.

In the original historical trajectory, it was precisely under the pressure of this desperate situation that Xue Zhan would completely erupt in tomorrow's life-and-death battle, Awakening the rare "Power" talent of the Asura Clan. He would not only counter-kill the Titan Giant Ape between life and death but also condense his own Immortal Lord Dao Fruit imprint at that moment, soaring into the sky from then on, eventually becoming the Asura Demon Ancestor who shook the exotic Realms.

"So this is the turning point of your destiny..."

A void Divine Thought floated above the iron cage, Lu Yuan watching the desperate youth coldly.

He did not disturb Xue Zhan.

"Killing him directly would cause too great a backlash in time and space; what I need to do is let him die at the hands of the prey he was originally supposed to defeat."