Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1008 - 531: Eighth Life: Power Breakthrough, Seven-Colored Divine Fire!

"Whoosh!"

As Blood Nether Old Ghost locked gazes with Lu Yuan, a shadowy image of a Divine Sword flickered deep within his pupils.

The following moment.

A sharp agony tore into his soul, while a bloody gash ripped open across his forehead in an instant, like being impaled by an unseen blade that lanced directly through his whole skull.

"Bang!"

Even before Blood Nether Old Ghost could activate any life-preserving technique, his physical form detonated abruptly, scattering into a hazy cloud of blood.

Yet right then, a beam of Soul Light burst from the blood mist, fleeing swiftly toward the horizon.

This Soul Light raced at an astonishing pace, far quicker than the escape art Blood Nether Old Ghost had employed earlier—several times over.

Lu Yuan was just about to block its path when that Soul Light had already slipped into the void, vanishing completely without a sign.

"Void Dao Saint Masters are truly tough opponents, particularly someone like Blood Nether Old Ghost, a major figure in the Demonic Dao with endless secret life-saving tricks we don’t know about."

Observing the Soul Light's retreat, Lu Yuan refrained from giving chase and instead stretched out both hands to seize the Fixed Star Disc and a Storage Ring that had tumbled through the air.

With that done, he didn’t linger a second longer and promptly unleashed Wind Thunder Profound Wings, speeding off into the distance.

On the other side at the same time.

Inside the faint Soul Light, Blood Nether Old Ghost trembled in utter horror, his mind gripped by an unshakable dread.

"What in the world was that sword earlier? How could it surpass the terror of the Celestial Sword Pavilion’s Swordsmanship?"

Thinking back to that blade’s razor edge, Blood Nether Old Ghost, veteran of countless desperate fights, still quaked with icy terror.

It was utterly horrifying.

Just from exchanging looks, he nearly perished under a single sword strike.

Such peerless Swordsmanship was utterly unknown, exceeding even the famed techniques of the Celestial Sword Pavilion!

While Blood Nether Old Ghost escaped in panic, a few streaks of light approached from behind, quickly crossing paths with him.

"Blood Nether Old Ghost, why are you coming back?"

Noticing Blood Nether Old Ghost’s wretched condition, Mo Mountain and the other Void Dao Saint Masters grew wary, detecting something gravely amiss.

"That brat’s sly and ruthless—he wrecked my physical body and snatched the Fixed Star Disc too. You all need to move fast; you might still catch him!"

Spotting Mo Mountain and the rest, Blood Nether Old Ghost exhaled in relief at last, grinding his teeth as he explained.

"Even you got into a bind?"

Hearing Blood Nether Old Ghost’s account, Mo Mountain and the others’ expressions darkened considerably.

They were aware that while Blood Nether Old Ghost’s strength wasn’t top-tier, his survival skills ranked highest among them.

If not for that, he wouldn’t have endured so many hunts from foes until this point.

But now, Blood Nether Old Ghost, equipped with all those escape options, had fallen into such dire straits.

Didn’t that suggest?

Lu Yuan’s might exceeded Blood Nether Old Ghost’s, possibly endangering their own lives?

Pondering this deeply.

Mo Mountain’s face flickered with indecision before he clenched his jaw and broke away from the group.

"Everyone, pressing duties call me away—forgive my departure."

He had weighed it carefully.

The True Dragon Divine Medicine held great worth, yet survival came first to claim it.

Besides, without Blood Nether Old Ghost’s Fixed Star Disc, tracking Lu Yuan would prove as futile as searching for a needle in an ocean.

Should they tarry even a few more days until Lu Yuan absorbed the True Dragon Divine Medicine, the fallout would defy imagination.

After all, Lu Yuan already leaped realms in combat and demolished Blood Nether Old Ghost’s body.

Once he refined the True Dragon Divine Medicine, crushing them would feel no harder than killing fowl.

Thus.

Mo Mountain firmly opted to withdraw, steering clear of further entanglement.

"Mo Mountain, the True Dragon Divine Medicine is an incredibly rare treasure, right at our fingertips—how can you quit midway?"

Blood Nether Old Ghost grew frantic at these words, urging desperately to sway him.

Right now.

He could relinquish the True Dragon Divine Medicine, but Lu Yuan had to perish.

However, reduced to a mere soul fragment, he wouldn’t dare face Lu Yuan once more, depending solely on the others to eliminate him.

If Mo Mountain ditched him like this, who would seek his vengeance?

"My key reason for venturing from the sect this trip is to protect Holy Son Ye Xuan and guide him in challenging the Swordsmanship realm; the True Dragon Divine Medicine isn’t essential for me."

Despite Blood Nether Old Ghost’s pleas, Mo Mountain stood resolute.

In the next instant.

He pivoted and pulled out of the pursuit.

Seeing this, the elderly woman from Jile Divine Teachings wavered briefly.

Yet remembering Saintess Lingxi’s orders prior to setting out, she too resolved to retreat without delay.

"Mo Mountain, hold up for me."

Gazing at the three remaining Demon Lords from the East Sea Demon Court, Blood Nether Old Ghost saw no point in staying and instantly morphed into a streak of blood light, chasing after them in haste.

"Big brother, what’s our move?"

A burly figure with a lone horn and scales blanketing his body turned to the golden-eyed leader, inquiring gravely.

"Pursue!"

"The True Dragon Divine Medicine ties directly to whether I can ascend my bloodline and rebirth into the True Dragon Bloodline—it’s something we can’t let go!"

A glint of icy resolve flashed in the golden-eyed man’s gaze as he proclaimed firmly.

This individual was a primeval Flood Dragon in human form, mere moments from stirring his True Dragon Bloodline.

Towering and imposing, he bore twin pitch-black golden slit pupils that radiated a fearsomely oppressive presence.

Simply by existing there, he evoked the image of a coiled Flood Dragon, unleashing a formidable draconic pressure.

This aura so intimidated the other two Demon Court Saint Masters that they shrank back, unwilling to draw near.

"The True Dragon Divine Medicine cannot slip away; if big brother achieves dragon transformation, he’ll surely attain supreme dominance, and then the whole East Sea becomes our domain—we won’t bow to other Demon Lords anymore!"