520: Chapter 520 Slaying Two Demons in Succession, Sword Pointing at the Netherblood!

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

More than a dozen thick, barbed steel spikes pierced through his chest, limbs, and abdomen without any resistance, pinning him firmly to the wall.

Blood gushed out like a torrent. Xue Zhan's eyes were wide open, filled with incomprehensible fear and bewilderment.

Why?

Why would this brainless beast use such a bizarre Move?

His strength had not yet reached Awakening, and his Immortal Lord imprint had not yet condensed...

"Roar!"

The Titan Great Ape pounded its chest in excitement and strode to the wall.

It looked at Xue Zhan, who was pinned to the wall and still struggling weakly, lifted its massive foot, and stomped down without mercy.

"Squish."

Just like crushing a tomato, Xue Zhan's head exploded instantly.

The future Demonic Ancestor of the Asura Clan, that Dao Fruit imprint about to Awaken between life and death, was completely nipped in the bud and vanished into thin air under that single stomp!

Above the arena, Lu Yuan's Divine Thought watched this scene coldly, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"The second one."

The Divine Thought turned into nothingness and disappeared into the River of Time.

...

Five hundred thousand years later, the present world, Foreign Realm, Demon Ancestor Fantian's Palace.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was strange and oppressive. At this moment, Demon Ancestor Fantian no longer possessed the high and mighty majesty of an Immortal Lord.

He sat hunched over on the throne, his aura, which had once been as vast as the sea, having now fallen to the Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm.

His Dao Fruit had been severed and his imprint erased; being able to maintain the Golden Immortal Realm was already a result of his deep foundation.

"Who on earth... who on earth plotted against me?" Demon Ancestor Fantian's sinister face was covered with bulging veins, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness.

Below him, the three, Asura Demon Ancestor, Demon Ancestor Mingxue, and Demon Ancestor Yezha, who had originally been discussing the cross-border plan, now had grave expressions, even tinged with a trace of faint fear.

Asura Demon Ancestor was listening to the discussion of the other two while absentmindedly polishing his beloved "eight desolations heaven-rending axe" with a rough whetstone.

"Brother Fantian, to be able to silently erase your Dao Fruit imprint... could such a method really be the return of the Daluo Immortal King?" Demon Ancestor Mingxue asked in a hoarse voice.

"Impossible! If the Daluo Immortal King had returned, he could just shatter our Foreign Realm with one palm; why would he play such underhanded tricks?" Demon Ancestor Yezha's ethereal voice rang out.

"Then who is it? Could it be that variable named Lu Yuan?"

Just as the three were suspicious and uncertain.

"Bang."

A faint cracking sound came from within Asura Demon Ancestor's body.

Asura Demon Ancestor's action of polishing the axe suddenly stiffened, and immediately after.

"Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!"

A burst of dense sounds, like glass shattering, erupted wildly from deep within his body.

"Shura, what's wrong with you?"

Demon Ancestor Mingxue, sitting next to him, sensed something was wrong and turned to ask.

Just the moment he asked this question.

"Ahhh—!"

Asura Demon Ancestor suddenly let out a shrill, inhuman scream that reached the extreme.

His ten-thousand-foot-tall, supposedly indestructible Asura Golden Body actually began to crack without any warning!

Huge cracks spread from the center of his brow all the way to the soles of his feet.

Golden Immortal Lord blood sprayed out from the cracks like a fountain.

"My power... my Dao Fruit..."

Asura Demon Ancestor clutched his chest in terror, but he could not stop the frantic loss of power within his body at all.

The Slaughter Dao Fruit behind him, representing the Immortal Lord Realm, collapsed like a bubble at this moment.

"This... what is going on?"

Demon Ancestor Fantian stood up abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Dao Fruit collapse? His Immortal Lord imprint has also been erased by someone?"

Demon Ancestor Mingxue and Demon Ancestor Yezha retreated in fear, looking at Asura Demon Ancestor as if they were looking at a plague god.

"Damn it! Who on earth is it?"

Demon Ancestor Fantian roared, the chill in his heart growing heavier.

It was one thing for him to have his own Dao Fruit severed, but now even Shura had been hit? This was definitely not a coincidence!

Just then, Asura Demon Ancestor's screams gradually weakened.

His ten-thousand-foot-tall body shrank rapidly, eventually turning into an ordinary Asura only a few feet tall, covered in blood.

The Immortal Lord pressure on him was gone, and he couldn't even maintain the Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm; he plummeted all the way, finally getting stuck at the Early Stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, and his aura was still fluctuating, as if he might fall back to the Profound Immortal Realm at any moment.

"My... my Realm... is gone..."

Asura Demon Ancestor collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at his hands that had lost their power, his eyes hollow, completely broken.

Inside the Demon Palace, there was a deathly silence. The three Demon Ancestors, Fantian, Mingxue, and Yezha, looked at the Asura Demon Ancestor on the ground, feeling a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to their scalps.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing. Two Immortal Lords had been plotted against in succession, their Dao Fruits collapsed! This meant that the terrifying existence hidden in the shadows not only had the ability to erase the imprints of Immortal Lords but was also continuing to act!

"It's Lu Yuan! It must be him!"

Demon Ancestor Fantian gritted his teeth, remembering the strange time fluctuation he had felt from the sword light of Lu Yuan's Future Self during the previous cross-border strike.

"Madman... he actually dares to go against the current of the River of Time to kill?"

Upon hearing this, Demon Ancestor Mingxue was also shocked. Going against the current of the River of Time to erase the past of an Immortal Lord?

Such a crazy act, if one were even slightly careless, would result in being backlashed by the River of Time and having one's Divine Soul completely destroyed! How could a junior who had just entered the Immortal Lord Realm dare to do this?

In the secret chamber of the Qingyun Dao Sect, the scouring force of the River of Time was becoming increasingly terrifying. Even though Lu Yuan was already an Immortal Lord, his Divine Soul began to feel a searing pain as if it were being torn apart.

"Two more."

Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and did not retreat in the slightest. He knew deeply that once these four Immortal Lords joined forces to cross the border, Daluo Heaven would inevitably be plunged into misery, and the foundation he had just established would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

The danger must be nipped in the bud!

"Art of Self-Transformation, continue to go against the current!"

His Divine Thought once again broke through the layers of mist of time and sped towards the past node of four hundred thousand years ago.

...

Four hundred thousand years ago, Foreign Realm, Ancestral Land of the Ming Clan, on the bank of the Endless Underworld River.

This Underworld River was the source of all the Death Qi in the Foreign Realm. What flowed in the river was not water, but viscous corpse water and the obsessions of billions of wronged souls.

The river water was dark red, emitting a suffocating stench and coldness.

In the deepest part of the Underworld River, on a huge black reef, sat a withered, skeletal old man cross-legged.

He was the Grand Elder of the Su Family, which was the future Demon Ancestor Mingxue.

At this time, his cultivation had already reached the extreme of the Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm.

He was indeed the Grand Elder of the Su Family at that time, a madman who, in order to pursue power, was willing to bury himself in the Underworld River for ten thousand years.

He was also the future Demon Ancestor Mingxue, who would become famous throughout the heavens. At this very moment, he had been sitting withered here for ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years; for ten thousand years, he had never left this reef for even half a step.

The rising and setting of the sun and moon were meaningless to him, and the changing of the seasons had long been irrelevant to him.