Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1010 532: Eight Lives! The Power of One Sword, Truly Terrifying!

East Sea.

High above a particular mountain range.

Lu Yuan quietly observed the blazing seven-colored Divine Fire. Even though his physical body was incredibly tough, he couldn't shake off a feeling of unease in that instant.

The Fire Dao forms the core of the Divine Fire Sect's doctrines, and the Great Sun Zen Sect's Purifying Lotus Heart Fire was devised by a Zen Buddhism Buddha Venerable who mimicked their World-purifying Divine Fire to craft a Supreme Divine Technique.

This Purifying Lotus Heart Fire outshines its inspiration, and in some ways, its might exceeds even the Divine Fire Sect's World-purifying Divine Fire.

Should it evolve to nine colors, its destructive force would undoubtedly shake the heavens and earth, capable of reducing Venerables to dust!

Following Lu Yuan's advancement.

His bodily strength leaped forward once more, attaining the Perfection Realm of the Eighteen Feet Golden Body.

Within the Great Sun Zen Sect, a Perfection Realm Eighteen Feet Golden Body is also known as the Indestructible Golden Body.

Signifying indestructibility amid countless calamities, everlasting and boundless!

Still.

Even Lu Yuan experienced a thrill of dread gazing upon the seven-colored Divine Fire.

From this alone, it's clear just how fearsome this flame's power really is!

"Having this fire will make dealing with foes so much simpler from now on."

Lu Yuan felt elated and stored away the seven-colored Divine Fire.

Moreover.

With his breakthrough, not just the seven-colored Divine Fire grew stronger, but the Godslaying Heart Sword's Supreme Divine Technique also saw a massive boost.

Inside his Soul Palace.

A three-inch tall figure gripped a Divine Sword, seated in lotus position on a seven-colored Treasure Lotus.

The Divine Sword had become utterly tangible, etched with intricate Law Dao Patterns across its blade. Even at rest, it radiated an unmatched keenness.

Should Blood Nether Old Ghost face this sword once more, not only would his body shatter, but his soul would split apart too!

"At my current level, I hold no fear for Blood Nether Old Ghost or his ilk. I could even battle a Late-stage Void Saint Master."

Lu Yuan balled his fists with assurance.

Back in his Mid-stage Celestial Destiny Realm days, he already overpowered foes beyond his level, crushing Chi Song Daoist with sheer force.

Now, drawing on the vast essence of the True Dragon Divine Medicine, he had entered the Early-stage Void Realm, marking a profound shift in his capabilities from earlier.

But right then.

Three streaks of rainbow light, pulsing with overwhelming demonic qi, hurtled from the distance and halted nearby Lu Yuan.

"Folks from the Ancient Demon Court?"

Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed sharply as he identified the trio.

From what he knew.

The Ancient Demon Court was established by a Demon Emperor, its reach extending over countless domains, rivaling powerhouses like the Divine Fire Sect, Jile Divine Teachings, and other Immortal Dao Lineages.

These three rainbow lights approached with clear hostility, obviously after him.

As the rainbow glow faded, three Void Demon Lords revealed themselves.

Yet, sensing Lu Yuan's aura, their faces twisted in shock, and they bellowed in fury.

"That's the True Dragon Divine Medicine's aura? You wretched pest, you've actually absorbed the True Dragon Divine Medicine?"

The Golden-eyed Demon Lord's gaze burned with ferocity, as if facing a blood-sworn foe, desperate to rip Lu Yuan apart.

To steal one's destined path is like slaying one's kin.

He had toiled in cultivation for ten millennia, standing mere moments from evolving into the Dragon Race.

Refining this True Dragon Divine Medicine would have let him ascend effortlessly, claiming the fabled True Dragon Bloodline.

For him, such an opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime boon, and losing it meant lifelong regret.

But this Human Race insect had claimed the True Dragon Divine Medicine first, dashing his dreams of defying fate, from flood dragon to True Dragon.

How could he not seethe with rage, not burn with hatred?

"Big brother, this boy only consumed it recently; there's likely plenty of leftover medicinal essence inside him."

The Three-eyed Demon Lord pointed out.

"Third brother speaks true; if big brother devours his meat and grinds his bones, we might still achieve dragon transformation."

The Horned Demon Lord added, his crimson eyes locked on Lu Yuan, gleaming with malice.

"Boy, meet your end!"

At those words, the Golden-eyed Demon Lord, clutching at his final hope like a sinking man, thrust out razor-sharp claws, arcing through the sky toward Lu Yuan's skull.

His true form was an ancient flood dragon, having honed every scale and talon over centuries.

These claws were razor-edged, capable of shredding the void, surpassing numerous Void Dao Sacred Artifacts in dread.

"Swish!"

Before the talons struck, a shrill, deafening tear through the air echoed.

The once flawless void now bore several elongated rifts, slow to mend.

This strike carried devastating force; if it hit living tissue.

Even a Void Dao Saint Master as mighty would be rent apart, flesh and skeleton turned to mush!

However, against this cataclysmic assault, Lu Yuan stood firm, allowing the attack to land.

"Slash!"

The Golden-eyed Demon Lord's lethal claws struck Lu Yuan, yet they sparked and rang like steel on steel.

Lu Yuan emerged unharmed, bearing only faint white scratches!

"Impossible!"

The Golden-eyed Demon Lord's face contorted in horror, his disbelief plain.

After eons of tempering, these claws equaled sacred artifacts; even seasoned Void Dao Saint Masters avoided direct clashes.

Yet Lu Yuan endured a sacred artifact unscathed—what monstrous physique was this?

The Three-eyed Demon Lord and Horned Demon Lord, witnessing this, felt their heads crawl with fear, drawing sharp breaths.

As Demon Court Saint Masters, they grasped all too well the Golden-eyed Demon Lord's awesome might.