Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1012 533: Eighth Life: Settling Scores, Executing Wei Jun!

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Lu Yuan withstood the Golden-eyed Demon Lord's ferocious assault unscathed, his early-stage Void Realm physique proving unbreakable. Provoking the three Demon Court Saint Masters to attack together, he drew the Blood Extinction Celestial Saber and unleashed a single slash that shattered their combined assault, severing the Golden-eyed Demon Lord's body and life force. As they fled in terror, Lu Yuan summoned the Godslaying Heart Sword, instantly piercing and slaying the Horned and Three-Eyed Demon Lords before finishing the gravely wounded Golden-eyed one, then retrieving their valuable corpses and storage rings.

The fight came to an end.

All three Demon Court Saint Masters met their demise.

Lu Yuan meticulously cleared the battlefield, wiping away every sign of the skirmish, and departed boldly only once he was certain nothing had been missed.

Upon stepping into the Void Realm, his velocity had risen dramatically over his previous capabilities.

Additionally, as a Void Dao Saint Master, one could perpetually stay in the Unity of Heaven and Man condition, possessing endless mana.

Concerns over running out of mana were entirely unnecessary.

By comparison,

the Wind Thunder Profound Wings remained merely at the pinnacle of magical artifact quality, failing to match Lu Yuan's present cultivation level.

"After wrapping up things here, I'll definitely seek a method to upgrade the Wind Thunder Profound Wings up to sacred artifact status."

Lu Yuan pondered as he journeyed onward.

Right away,

he retrieved the Fixed Star Disc and employed the leftover Imperial Dynasty's Fortune stored in the device to locate the Great Li Dynasty's position.

The sea stretched endlessly, offering no glimpse of its limits.

Lacking a magical treasure for navigation, even a Void Dao Saint Master might wander astray.

Luckily, Lu Yuan possessed the Fixed Star Disc, capable of detecting the realm's rare treasures and also specifying sites while targeting individuals' locations.

In no time,

guided by the Fixed Star Disc, Lu Yuan made his way back to the skies above the East Sea.

Yet upon his arrival, Mo Mountain and his companions had departed ages ago, their positions a mystery.

"Has the Evil Spirit Sect and Jile Divine Teachings group already departed?"

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, reluctant to abandon the pursuit so readily.

Previously, he had claimed the True Dragon Divine Medicine and faced pursuit from Mo Mountain and the rest. Though they shifted their stance after assessing the circumstances, ceasing their hunt for Lu Yuan,

this enmity wouldn't fade easily, demanding they face consequences!

"Less than half a day has passed since the Blood Nether Old Ghost fled. They probably haven't traveled too distant."

A thought crossed Lu Yuan's mind.

He drew out a wisp of aura from Chi Song Daoist's lingering soul and channeled it into the Fixed Star Disc.

In short order,

the device's runes activated once more, the indicator whirling swiftly until it steadily fixed on the Great Li Imperial City's bearing.

"Located them."

With the spot verified, Lu Yuan's form shimmered and disappeared from the East Sea skies in an instant.

Meanwhile,

within the Great Li Imperial Palace,

an heavy tension hung over the assembled officials and commanders.

Wei Jun occupied the throne in solitude, his gaze radiating a palpable murderous aura.

The Great Li Sovereign knelt submissively before Wei Jun's feet, scarcely breathing deeply out of fear.

"Reporting to the young master, the Cyan Cloud Sect has withdrawn every disciple. Li Shouzhuo alone stays to defend the sect."

The Sovereign of Great Li spoke with a quivering tone.

"A group of worthless fools, incapable of guarding even one person—what good are you!"

These words only fueled Wei Jun's fury further.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a frigid huff, the Sovereign of Great Li exploded into a bloody fog, silenced before any cry escaped.

Hot blood blended with shredded tissue fell like rain, drenching the nearby ministers and generals.

Observing this horror, the court officials trembled yet remained frozen in place.

In the end, for an extraordinary prodigy of an immortal Dao heritage such as Wei Jun,

a ruler or mundane emperor amounted to insignificant insects, unworthy even as servants.

The Great Li Imperial Court's failure allowed him to forfeit the True Dragon Divine Medicine, shattering his every scheme and strategy.

Killing just the Sovereign of Great Li was nothing—obliterating the whole Great Li Dynasty wouldn't suffice to ease his wrath!

"Young master, with the three Demon Court Saint Masters appearing, the True Dragon Divine Medicine must now be in their possession."

"The Celestial Sword Pavilion, Jile Divine Teachings, and the rest intend to withdraw—shall we go too?"

A retainer near Wei Jun whispered softly.

"Curse it."

Wei Jun balled his hands into fists with rage, his stare brimming with resentment.

The True Dragon Divine Medicine represented a priceless rarity linked to his prospective Dao enlightenment and achievements, its loss filling him with bitter regret.

Particularly at the mention of Lu Yuan's name, fury blazed in his chest, yearning to flay him and pulverize his remains.

Without Lu Yuan's meddling and sabotage of their designs, events wouldn't have spiraled this way.

In essence,

his forfeiture of the True Dragon Divine Medicine stemmed entirely from Lu Yuan!

"The Demon Court Saint Masters harbor vast ambitions; securing the True Dragon Divine Medicine will undoubtedly propel their growth."

"This area now breeds strife; staying longer proves unwise. Yet prior to our exit, I shall raze the Cyan Cloud Sect to vent my inner fury!"

Wei Jun gnashed his teeth.

"With only you lot?"

Suddenly, a young man's subdued voice resounded through the chamber.

Wei Jun's face shifted subtly upon hearing it, instinctively glancing upward.

There stood a dark-haired youth clad in Daoist robes, materializing nearby as though teleported.

The young man's locks danced in the air, his eyes sharp as lightning.

He resembled a nascent Divine King descending upon the mortal plane, radiating an intensely fearsome presence.

"You've returned from the East Sea unscathed?"

Recognizing Lu Yuan's well-known features, Wei Jun rose sharply and blurted out in surprise.

He knew the trio of Demon Court Saint Masters boasted long-standing fame, their strength surpassing Mo Mountain and company by a margin.

Furthermore, their longstanding acquaintance fostered flawless teamwork.

Such a threesome could dominate a figure like Mo Mountain, a Void Dao Saint Master, offering zero hope of escape.

But Lu Yuan had survived the grasp of those three Demon Court Saint Masters?

"Has he perhaps advanced to Void Dao Saint Master already?"