524: Chapter 524 The Last Person

"Hum—!"

That ash-black rune floating in the Void Realm, that Immortal Lord imprint which was only a sliver away from Perfection, instantly spun out of control at this moment because its master's mind was in total disarray!

"Bang!"

The rune shattered!

It was not just the rune that shattered, but also the endless power of death compressed within it!

The Death Qi, capable of destroying heaven and earth, now surged like a wild horse breaking free from its reins or a flood bursting through a dam, crazily backlashing from all directions toward the Physical Body and Primordial Spirit of the Great Elder of the Su Clan!

"Pfft—!"

The Great Elder of the Su Clan spat out a mouthful of black blood. As the blood landed on the reef, it emitted a "hissing" corrosive sound, actually melting fist-sized pits into the incredibly hard Nether Iron reef.

But this was only the beginning.

"Ah—!"

A scream of extreme agony erupted from the mouth of the Great Elder of the Su Clan.

He had fallen into Qi Deviation!

The Law of Death he had spent his life to Cultivate, the power of death he took such pride in, and the power of annihilation he used to slaughter countless living beings—at this moment, all of it turned into sharp blades that destroyed him!

The flesh and blood all over his body began to rot rapidly, and his Primordial Spirit became riddled with holes under the erosion of the Death Qi.

"Why... why..."

The Great Elder of the Su Clan rolled crazily on the reef, his hands gripping his own throat tightly, his fingernails piercing through his skin and embedding into his trachea.

He hated!

He hated this Ferryman who had suddenly appeared!

And he hated even more that his Dao Heart had actually wavered after hearing those words!

A generation of ambitious heroes had his Foundation severely damaged, completely losing the chance to condense the Immortal Lord imprint!

Lu Yuan looked at the Great Elder of the Su Clan, who was rolling and screaming crazily on the reef, his expression devoid of the slightest pity.

"Discussing the Dao? You are still far from it."

His Divine Thought turned into a wisp of green smoke and merged back into the River of Time.

Four hundred thousand years later, the present world, the Exotic Realm, the Demon Palace of Fantian.

Demon Ancestor Fantian and Demon Ancestor Mingxue, who were frantically ordering their armies to assemble, suddenly froze at the same time.

"What is going on..."

Demon Ancestor Mingxue felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Pfft—!"

He spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood. Immediately after, his body, which was already as thin as a stick, withered and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The Law of Death he took pride in seemed to have turned into a deadly poison at this moment, crazily backlashing against his entire body.

His gray hair turned snowy white in an instant, the wrinkles on his face crisscrossed like ravines, and he instantly aged by one hundred thousand years!

"My Immortal Lord imprint... my Dao Fruit... has it collapsed?"

Demon Ancestor Mingxue screamed in absolute terror. His cultivation plummeted from the Early Stage of Immortal Lord like a waterfall, dropping straight to the Peak of Golden Immortal, and it continued to decline, finally getting stuck right at the edge of the Middle Stage of Golden Immortal!

"Old Su! You too..."

Demon Ancestor Fantian looked at the miserable state of Demon Ancestor Mingxue and retreated in fear, his eyes filled with undisguised terror.

That is three!

Out of the four Great Immortal Lords, three of their Dao Fruits had already been erased from afar!

"It is him! It is definitely Lu Yuan!"

Demon Ancestor Mingxue coughed up blood frantically while roaring with a hoarse throat: "He... he went against the current of the River of Time and disturbed my Dao Heart in the past! He is truly a devil! A real devil!"

Demon Ancestor Yezha, who was standing to the side, had completely lost the calmness of an assassin at this moment.

His illusory shadow figure trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"How on earth did he do it? Going against the current of the River of Time... to change the past, to change things that have already happened..."

Demon Ancestor Yezha's voice trembled. He did not want to follow in the footsteps of those three! He had worked so hard to Cultivate to the Immortal Lord realm, how could he be willing to fall from the altar like this?

"That is the River of Time! Anyone who goes against the current will surely suffer backlash; this is the iron Law of the Heavenly Dao! Could it be... could it be that he is truly not afraid of the backlash of time?"

Demon Ancestor Yezha's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently.

He did not want to follow in the footsteps of those three! Absolutely not! He had worked so hard to Cultivate to the Immortal Lord realm, spent so many resources, endured so many life-and-death trials, and stepped over so many corpses to reach this position—how could he be willing to fall from the altar like this?

"Run! I cannot stay here anymore!"

Demon Ancestor Yezha had completely lost his Battle Intent. He did not even bother to greet Demon Ancestor Fantian. With a flicker of his figure, he directly cast his most proud "Great Void Stealth Technique", wanting to escape from this Demon Palace and flee as far as possible!

However, what he did not know was that on the other end of the River of Time, a pair of deep, double-pupiled eyes had already locked onto his past node.

Two hundred thousand years ago, the Exotic Realm, deep within an ancient ruin called the "Void Labyrinth", a death zone woven from countless chaotic space fragments and the Law of Shadows.

Once trapped within, one would completely lose their way and be forever trapped in this endless Void Realm until their Lifespan was exhausted, turning into a withered skeleton and becoming a part of this labyrinth.

At this moment, on a floating space fragment about several dozen zhang in size, sat an assassin wrapped in a black robe, sitting cross-legged.

His figure was slender, and his whole body exuded a faint, cold murderous intent.

The edges of his black robe were already somewhat worn, clearly indicating that he had been here for quite some time.

His face was hidden under the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes that were still as sharp as a hawk's.

It was the number one Genius of the Yaksha Clan at that time, the future Demon Ancestor Yezha—Ying.

After executing a dangerous assassination mission, in order to evade the pursuit by the sect members of the Golden Immortal expert he had assassinated, he was forced to flee into this ancient ruin.

He had originally thought that he could easily escape by relying on his attainments in the Law of Space, but he did not expect the complexity of this Void Labyrinth to far exceed his imagination, trapping him for a full hundred years!

He had been sitting here for a full hundred years!

For these hundred years, he had been deducing the Formation Laws of this labyrinth day and night, trying to find a way out.

"Almost... I am almost about to understand..."

Ying's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the ever-changing space nodes around him.

He observed the floating space fragments in front of him; they were not moving without pattern.

Every once in a while, seven fragments would align into a specific orientation, and in an instant, a faint space rift would be created.

That rift flashed and vanished, but he had already captured it; that was the gate of life!

"As long as I follow that rift and merge myself into the Void Realm, turning into a wisp of shadow... I will be able to travel through the layers of space and find the exit!"

Ying's breathing became rapid; he had sat here for a hundred years, and he had been waiting for this very moment!

In the original history, it was precisely under the pressure of this desperate situation that Ying suddenly had an Epiphany today. He perfectly fused the Yaksha Clan's shadow talent with the Law of Space in this labyrinth, creating the "Great Void Stealth Technique". Not only did he break out of the Formation with this technique, but he also used this place as a node to condense the Immortal Lord Dao Fruit imprint, ascending in one fell swoop to the throne of the King of Assassins in the Exotic Realm.