Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1001 527: Eighth Life: Nirvana in Desperation, Sublimation Once Again! (Part 2)

Furthermore, there was no possibility he could be wrong.

The Blood Extinction Celestial Saber gripped by Lu Yuan had been forged via the Evil Spirit Sect's Blood Dao refinement techniques.

When paired with the details he had gathered earlier, it became evident that Lu Yuan was the one who shattered the Blood Spirit Soul-Seizing Array belonging to the Supreme Profound Sect.

"Every cultivator who acquires the Blood Dao inheritance counts as a disciple of my Evil Spirit Sect. This guy slaughtered our own people and stole away the Blood Dao legacy. He must face death!"

Blood Nether Old Ghost let out a cold snort, burning with the desire to handle Lu Yuan himself.

On the opposite side.

A vast ocean of flames encircled Lu Yuan, sealing off any path to escape or survive.

In the end, resigning to his destiny, he simply remained amid the inferno, allowing the blaze to char his physical form.

"Crack!"

As moments ticked by.

Blood-red ghostly flames wrapped around Lu Yuan, turning his unbreakable body a searing crimson.

It resembled fragile pottery riddled with fractures, layered in thick cracks that hinted at imminent collapse.

His presence also sank to its lowest point, appearing feeble and wretched, much like a flame flickering in the breeze, on the brink of snuffing out.

"Has he stopped fighting back?"

Noticing Lu Yuan's vacant look, devoid of any further resistance, the various Dao Lineage Celestial Prides shook their heads, a touch of sorrow in their tone.

"That's expected; the Heaven-Burning Blood Flame holds immense dominance. Once ignited, it won't fade until the blood is drained and body reduced to cinders."

"Thus, no matter where he flees to the world's edges, death awaits him inevitably."

"Hence, over pointless resistance, meeting the end with composure shows more grace."

"Yet enduring the Heaven-Burning Blood Flame for so long is truly exceptional."

Mo Mountain let out a sigh, reluctant to witness the demise of such a prodigiously gifted youth.

Still, after some reflection, he dismissed any notion of stepping in.

After all, the Divine Fire Sect wielded great might, and though Mo Mountain served as the Void Dao Saint Master of the Celestial Sword Pavilion, he hesitated to clash with them on a whim.

With Lu Yuan now consumed by the Heaven-Burning Blood Flame, any interference at this stage would prove futile in turning the tide.

"The outcome of this fight is set, save for a Ming Dao Venerable stepping forward to wield their Daoist Skill and forcefully quell the Heaven-Burning Blood Flame."

"Short of that, not even we Void Dao Saint Masters can find a way."

Mo Mountain shook his head.

"Such a shame; this striking youth vanished into flames before I could even approach him."

Saintess Lingxi's gaze lingered, scrutinizing Lu Yuan with apparent reluctance.

Yet, watching Lu Yuan swallowed by the ferocious blaze, Wei Jun and Chi Song Daoist couldn't suppress their delight.

Chi Song Daoist, who had suffered grave wounds from Lu Yuan and bore numerous injuries, harbored deep resentment toward him.

Now, beholding Lu Yuan on the verge of incineration, he applauded gleefully, his spirit brimming with satisfaction, almost toasting to the sight.

"Kid, your doom has arrived today!"

"After you're reduced to dust, this elder will gather your remains, fashion them into a chalice, and let you rue the day you crossed my Divine Fire Sect!"

Chi Song Daoist burst into booming laughter, barely containing his thrill and elation.

But the instant after.

His chuckles halted sharply, eyes popping wide as though witnessing the impossible.

As for Ye Xuan and the rest of the Dao Lineage Celestial Prides, a sudden iciness gripped them, like encountering a specter.

For right as Lu Yuan's body neared disintegration.

A brilliant golden radiance erupted from the fissures across his form.

This golden glow shone with purity, sanctity, and grandeur.

It evoked an ancient Buddha Venerable gracing the mortal realm, radiating an essence of boundless liberation and eternal serenity.

Moments later.

Lu Yuan trembled faintly, shedding all charred skin as dust, unveiling a flawless, peerless golden physique!

This golden form stood imposingly grand, sculpted to ideal proportions, utterly without blemish.

Regardless of how savagely the crimson fiery waves raged, they inflicted no damage on Lu Yuan whatsoever!

Moreover, the surging vitality and blood essence coursing through him reached horrifying levels.

Just by existing there, an overwhelming pressure descended on all onlookers, unprecedented in its weight.

Particularly when Lu Yuan fixed his stare on Chi Song Daoist, the latter's breathing hitched at once, as if an unseen force clutched his chest, rendering every inhale agonizing.

In that instant, the youth they saw morphed, in just a few heartbeats, from a mere insect to a majestic Divine Dragon cleaving the skies.

It left him quaking in terror, overwhelmed by a profound threat to his very survival!

Meanwhile.

Across Lu Yuan's exterior, resplendent golden luminescence flowed, myriad Dao Marks weaving together, forming a Law Daoist Robe that draped over him, elevating his presence to realms of otherworldly detachment.

"Through death's embrace to rebirth, fiery immersion for rebirth—could this be the Nirvana Nine Transformations of my Divine Fire Sect?"

Sensing the rebirth aura from Lu Yuan, Chi Song Daoist's eyes widened in shock, at last grasping the truth behind it.

"How on earth did our Nirvana Nine Transformations end up with him?"

Hearing this, Wei Jun recoiled in surprise, struggling to keep his cool.

One should recall that the Nirvana Nine Transformations stood as the cornerstone Cultivation Technique of the Divine Fire Sect, reserved solely for formal disciples.

Should this art leak to outsiders, it would spark colossal chaos, and despite Ming Dao Venerable's shield, the sect elders would still demand reckoning!

"It seems he snatched the Nirvana Nine Transformations from Bai Yu."

Thoughts raced through Chi Song Daoist's head for a brief spell, swiftly piecing together the full story's origins.

Yet, upon this realization, a wave of profound remorse surged within him.

If only he had foreseen Lu Yuan's staggering aptitude, he never would have permitted Bai Yu to venture to the Cyan Cloud Sect unaccompanied, come what may.

Consequently, Bai Yu met a baffling end, and worse, Lu Yuan claimed the Nirvana Nine Transformations Cultivation Technique.

Nevertheless, Chi Song Daoist sensed a faint oddity, for the rebirth aura from Lu Yuan diverged slightly from their sect's Nirvana Nine Transformations.

Else, recognition would have dawned far sooner.

"Might this lad have refined and enhanced the method in secret?"

Chi Song Daoist's pulse quickened, a staggering idea flashing through his thoughts.

"Were you saying earlier that you'd craft my ashes into a wine vessel?"

Lu Yuan inquired softly, his tone icy chill, sending shivers through Chi Song Daoist's frame, flooding his soul with boundless dread.

"I-..."

Before Chi Song Daoist could utter a word, a hazy golden streak blurred by.

In an instant.

A sharp ache lanced his neck, his legs dangled off the ground, and Lu Yuan's grip throttled him!

"Such astonishing velocity!"

This turn stunned every spectator, including Wei Jun right next to Chi Song Daoist, who failed to respond in time.

And Mo Mountain, Qin Feng, along with Blood Nether Old Ghost—these Void Dao Saint Masters—also experienced prickling scalps and surges of cold dread.

For Lu Yuan's swiftness was utterly blinding!

It exceeded the bounds their Divine Thoughts could track; even they hadn't perceived it clearly!

This implied.

Had Lu Yuan targeted them moments ago, they'd share Chi Song Daoist's fate, utterly defenseless!

"How has this youth trained to achieve such an abrupt leap in strength?"

Even the representatives from other Dao Lineages stirred uneasily, scalps crawling with a mix of alarm and shudders.

"The Nirvana Nine Transformations from Divine Fire Sect allows repeated rebirths by harnessing Flame Power."

"And if I'm right, he harnessed the Heaven-Burning Blood Flame Power to advance toward the perfected Great Success Eighteen Feet Golden Body!"

Mo Mountain offered a wry grin, surprised by this twist in events.

He had initially pegged Lu Yuan as a typical prodigy lacking backing or assets.

But now, observing closely.

Lu Yuan wielded both the Nirvana Nine Transformations of the Divine Fire Sect and the Pure Lotus Heart Scripture of the Great Sun Zen Sect—talent and heritage that outshone common prodigies by far.

"The perfected Great Success Eighteen Feet Golden Body can contend with Void Dao Saint Masters, let alone this freakishly gifted youth armed with countless techniques."

"It appears Chi Song Daoist and his allies have ignited a blaze they can't control and now suffer the burn."

Qin Feng remarked with an odd look.

Experts in combat felled by their own swords; swimmers lost to the depths.

The Divine Fire Sect rooted itself in the Fire Dao, delving into diverse Fire Daoist Skills with profound expertise.

But they could scarcely have imagined.

That someday they'd summon flames only to be overcome by an adversary wielding their premier Fire Dao arts against them.

Within the Saint Sect of Battle's group.

Li Xiuyan stayed quiet, but everything unfolded before his watchful eyes.

As he saw Lu Yuan rebirth from near annihilation, single-handedly overpowering Wei Jun and Chi Song Daoist, a strange glint sparked in his gaze, igniting a fierce will to clash.

The Combat Saint Body thrives on rivalry, surging forward and shattering limits amid fierce confrontations.

And prodigies akin to Lu Yuan were exactly the foes he yearned to face!