Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1002 - 528: Eighth Life: Nine Dragon God-Binding Seal, Lingxi’s Fear!

In the skies over the Eastern Sea.

Lu Yuan donned a Daoist robe, with golden radiance shining from his frame.

His presence felt utterly sacred and majestic, resembling the advent of the fabled Ancient Buddha Venerable into the mortal realm.

In sharp opposition, Chi Song Daoist, who had previously acted so haughtily and bragged about overpowering him,

now resembled a lifeless hound, gripped by the throat in Lu Yuan’s grasp and suspended in the air.

“Do you wish to battle with me?”

Detecting the intense fighting spirit rising from Li Xiuyan, Lu Yuan inquired in a composed manner.

“You’ve got it wrong, my friend. Mr. Li is simply thrilled to encounter a fellow with such impressive aptitude.”

“The conflicts between you and the Divine Fire Sect don’t concern me. After things wrap up here, I’ll face you in a fair showdown.”

Li Xiuyan declared firmly, his voice brimming with unwavering assurance.

He possessed the exceptional Combat Saint Body, a prodigious gift that emerged only once every thousand years, and among his contemporaries, scarcely anyone could match him.

As for Wei Jun from the Divine Fire Sect and Ye Xuan of the Celestial Sword Pavilion, despite their gifted abilities, they lagged far behind him.

On the other hand, while Lu Yuan remained obscure, the strength and prowess he revealed outstripped Wei Jun, even exerting notable pressure on Li Xiuyan!

Upon hearing this,

Lu Yuan shifted his focus away and directed it toward Chi Song Daoist.

The Void Dao Saint Master commanded the essence of the Void Dao Laws, able to warp reality and turn the solid into the ethereal.

Under typical conditions,

it proved exceedingly tough for regular lower-level cultivators to inflict any damage on them.

However, Lu Yuan stood apart.

He had grasped a fragment of the Void Dao Laws’ might back in the Nirvana Realm, and paired with his perfected Eighteen-foot Golden Body, he could readily overpower a Void Dao Saint Master!

Furthermore,

Chi Song Daoist’s core Lifebound Sacred Artifact lay shattered, drastically weakening his overall strength.

At present, his mana faced suppression from Lu Yuan, with every law dao mark inside him silenced, leaving him as helpless as an ordinary mortal, unable to stir any chaos.

“It’s pointless; the divine soul of a Void Dao Saint Master endures eternally, and only a peer of the same tier can endanger my existence.”

“Your talent deserves praise, but you’re only at the Celestial Destiny Cultivation stage. Even wielding a Sacred Artifact, you can’t end me.”

“Why not compromise mutually and erase all our disputes?”

Despite his captivity, Chi Song Daoist uttered these words with complete certainty.

The methods of a Void Dao Saint Master touched the divine, having broken free from the bonds of body and spirit, nearly attaining an undying unity with the Dao.

Without assistance from fellow Void Dao Saint Masters, even if he remained still and let lesser cultivators assault him, they’d discover no means to wound him.

And though Lu Yuan had seized a sliver of the Void Dao Laws’ power, it fell short of wiping out all the law dao marks on Chi Song Daoist quickly.

This implied

that as long as one dao mark lingered, he would persist immortally, reverting instantly to his prior form.

Gazing at the undaunted Chi Song Daoist, Lu Yuan experienced a touch of difficulty.

As Chi Song Daoist had pointed out,

subduing a Void Dao Saint Master came easily, yet slaying them posed immense hardship.

Even Mo Mountain, a sword cultivator renowned for his lethal precision, couldn’t assure the death of a Void Dao Saint Master.

“The True Dragon Divine Medicine will soon appear; wasting too much energy on this fellow isn’t worthwhile.”

After brief reflection, Lu Yuan swiftly formulated a solution.

Then,

with a mere flicker of will,

five-hued law dao marks wove together, rapidly crafting chains of order divine chain.

These order divine chains slithered like nimble serpents through the air, instilling a profound sense of peril in Chi Song Daoist.

“Lad! What exactly are you planning? Are you set on sparking an unending feud with my Divine Fire Sect?”

Chi Song Daoist’s complexion drained of color, as he shouted threats in panic.

Wei Jun and the other Dao lineage experts sensed the abnormality. Though eager to step in,

Lu Yuan’s intimidating presence made them waver again, with no one bold enough to move forward.

“Suppress!”

Disregarding Chi Song Daoist’s outbursts, Lu Yuan paid them no heed.

The instant after,

he bellowed powerfully.

The order divine chains soared like coiling dragons, weaving wildly through the sky before rushing at Chi Song Daoist, wrapping him securely.

The moment Chi Song Daoist touched these order divine chains, a piercing wail escaped him, his face contorting in agony.

These order divine chains burned like searing irons, tightening relentlessly, piercing his skin and burrowing into his muscles.

At last, every Order Divine Chain squeezed to its limit, fully integrating with his body, skeleton, and spirit!

Nine Dragon God-Binding Seal!

This move was none other than a Paramount Divine Technique from the [Ten Thousand Talisman Scripture].

It harnessed the Power of Heaven and Earth Laws to forcefully restrain the foe.

When executed at its peak, it might even ensnare mythical Gods!

In particular, enhanced by the Divine-level Talent of Refining Illusion into Truth, this technique’s potency had surged beyond measure.

It could effortlessly subdue even a powerhouse like the Void Dao Saint Master!

With the seal now active.

The once-assured Chi Song Daoist abruptly grew terrified and restless, wilting like a frostbitten plant, shedding his earlier poise and bravado.

For this technique’s sealing force proved overwhelmingly potent, silencing his lofty Heaven-Reaching Cultivation entirely.

While Lu Yuan couldn’t slay him, the world held myriad torments far worse than death.

Should he end up in Lu Yuan’s clutches, existence would become a torment, and demise an unattainable escape!

Contemplating such a dreadful fate, a trace of dread appeared in Chi Song Daoist’s gaze, and he urgently fixed his eyes on Wei Jun, begging for rescue.

“Young master, save me!”

Yet Wei Jun’s face showed hesitation, his eyes darting between Lu Yuan and Chi Song Daoist, eventually settling into quiet.

For logic informed him.

Lu Yuan’s might rivaled that of the Void Dao Saint Masters here, without falling short.

Even deploying every hidden ace to free Chi Song Daoist would likely lead to a devastating clash with Lu Yuan, letting rival Dao Lineages gain the upper hand.

“The True Dragon Divine Medicine determines if I can attain Enlightenment and rise to Venerable status; it cannot face any risks.”

“Once I claim this divine medicine, what value does a single ordinary prodigy hold?”

Wei Jun gripped his fist tightly, resolutely forsaking Chi Song Daoist.

Witnessing Wei Jun’s muteness, Chi Song Daoist’s spirit plunged into despair, grasping the other’s intentions.

The True Dragon Divine Medicine proved an unparalleled rarity across the realms.

With foes all around, how could Wei Jun endanger himself to aid him?

Still, he wouldn’t surrender easily, directing his desperate look toward the Celestial Sword Pavilion group.

“Fellow Daoist Mo Mountain, your Celestial Sword Pavilion has long championed justice against wickedness. If you assist now, I’ll etch this debt of gratitude forever!”

“Fellow Daoist Chi Song, this grudge lies between you and this young companion; our Celestial Sword Pavilion won’t meddle.”

Mo Mountain gave a gentle shake of his head, courteously refusing Chi Song Daoist’s appeal.

After all, their bond amounted to mere casual familiarity, so why hazard his life for so little?

“Brother Qin Feng...”

Chi Song Daoist, steeped in hopelessness, pinned his final hope on the Saint Sect of Battle.

But before uttering more, Lu Yuan, irked by his persistence, struck his palm to mute him, then flung him into a Storage Ring without ceremony.

With that accomplished.

Lu Yuan finally surveyed the surroundings, picking a vacant area at random to settle and await the True Dragon Divine Medicine’s arrival.

The assembled Void Dao Saint Masters traded looks yet offered no protests.

Evidently, following Chi Song Daoist’s ordeal.

They recognized Lu Yuan as their equal, worthy to vie for the True Dragon Divine Medicine.

“One person overwhelming an entire sect—this embodies the flair of our era’s supreme heavenly pride. It truly enchants a maiden like me.”

Saintess Lingxi glided closer with elegant poise, her scent reminiscent of fragrant blooms.

Her lovely eyes gleamed, much like a girl beholding her long-admired legend. Her flirtatious look carried a sweetness that could melt.

“Is that so?”

Lu Yuan responded with a faint smile, eyeing the stunning beauty nearby.

To many youthful prodigies, Lingxi represented the distant dream goddess.

A mere glimpse of her allure would command any sacrifice from them.

But Lu Yuan, seasoned through numerous rebirths, had beheld every pinnacle of loveliness.

As an Ancient Emperor, a mere whim allowed him to choose consorts from across All Heavens and Myriad Realms; amassing a harem of billions posed no issue.

Thus, in his view, Lingxi’s beauty, no matter how striking, equated to little more than painted remains.

However, as Lingxi locked eyes with Lu Yuan, an odd tremor stirred within her for no apparent cause.

For Lu Yuan’s gaze spanned like the cosmos, exalted and detached, viewing all life with utter impartiality.

In those depths, she glimpsed piles of slain and oceans of gore, the harrowing visions of Ancient Saints’ bloodshed.

She witnessed the firmament fracturing and timeless ruin swallowing every era.

At that instant.

She sensed that this youth’s form concealed the essence of an Ancient Divine King, sending an unexplainable frost through her!