Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1022 - 538: Eighth Life: Boundless Killing Intent, Supreme Decree!

Based on the words of that Zen Venerable.

During the Ancient Times, a genius of exceptional talent tried to spread the Dao across the world and ascend to the position of Ming Dao Venerable relying solely on his own strength.

However, the instant he made his move, a powerhouse from the Divine Fire Sect slew him with ease.

As a result, he scattered into ashes and vanished, his very name lost to history.

This tale struck Lu Yuan profoundly.

Those who rise to become Void Dao Saint Masters are truly exceptional figures, like dragons or phoenixes among mortals.

In this stage of cultivation, the innate aptitudes and insights of most Void Dao Saint Masters differ little; instead, it's the networks, heritage, and fortunes that count most.

Born into a Supreme Family, provided your talent isn't utterly lacking, the clan will undoubtedly clear the path ahead for you.

All that's left is to bide your time until the elder Venerable fades, allowing you to inherit the Supreme Law and step into the role of the new Venerable without a hitch.

Yet lacking any support or lineage, regardless of how outstanding your talent and understanding are, you'll merely squander your days and finish with nothing but sorrow.

This reality implies.

All the Law Daos stand firmly claimed by the assorted Dao Lineages.

A fortunate soul might grasp a chance to reach the Void Dao Saint Master level.

However, for solitary Loose Cultivators, attaining the Ming Dao Venerable through personal endeavor alone is almost out of reach.

"So, as a Loose Cultivator like myself, to progress any higher, my only choices are joining an Immortal Dao Lineage or facing a lifetime of remorse."

Lu Yuan's brow furrowed faintly as the gravity of the situation dawned on him.

Sects holding Immortal Dao Lineage prestige, such as the Divine Fire Sect, span across innumerable realms.

Their focus on the Great Li Dynasty clearly aims to disseminate teachings and strengthen dominance over the Supreme Origin Sacred Realm.

Under normal circumstances, the Divine Fire Sect would ignore the desolate territory of Great Li.

But as rivalry among Dao Lineages grows fiercer.

Resources and gains elsewhere have long been split among the great Holy Lands.

To further their influence, they must now eye the regions they previously overlooked.

Thus, even a modest, isolated nation like the Great Li Dynasty gets pulled into the clashes between Dao Lineages, leaving no one able to stay clear.

In the face of this relentless crushing and battling among Dao Lineages, a Loose Cultivator such as Lu Yuan finds no room to exist.

Should he reveal any desire to grasp the Law Dao, brutal oppression from the Immortal Dao Lineages is inevitable!

"Spreading the Dao to the world proves unattainable, and rising as the Ming Dao Venerable stays beyond reach."

"The Divine Fire Sect along with other Immortal Dao Lineages have seized every route open to Loose Cultivators."

"Prioritize boosting your Cultivation first, then seek a method to address the Ming Dao issue."

Lu Yuan shook his head.

Though he lacked a solid plan, he could only push the concern away temporarily.

Over the next half a month.

In addition to solidifying his Cultivation, Lu Yuan concentrated on mastering Blood Light Escape and a handful of fresh Secret Techniques he'd obtained.

These Blood Dao Secret Techniques defied the natural order, yet they dramatically amplified battle prowess.

Mastered adeptly, they could serve as a hidden ace to alter upcoming confrontations.

Still, peace never endures.

On a certain morning.

As Lu Yuan persisted in his routine cultivation within his dwelling.

A fearsome presence, capable of unsettling the skies, abruptly surged from the distance, materializing in a flash across the Great Li Dynasty's frontiers.

"Lu Yuan, you boldly slew a descendant of the Wei Family—come forth and meet your end!"

In the instant that followed.

A thunderous bellow, akin to crashing storms, detonated in the ears of all.

The utterance brimmed with seething fury, backed by boundless might.

One mere phrase was enough to twist the skies and ground, even stirring the Law Dao into a frenzy!

"Could this be... a powerhouse of the Wei Family?"

Upon catching this sound, every mighty expert in the Great Li Dynasty felt utter astonishment and instinctively glanced toward its origin.

But what is a Void Dao Saint Master truly? A colossal force that even the Nirvana Strong Persons of Great Li yearn to behold in vain.

Su Qifeng and his peers channeled their utmost power, stretching their Divine Thoughts to the limit, yet they discerned only a hazy, ocean-like dread at Great Li's edge.

It resembled the arrival of an archaic Divine King, with an aura so terrifying it chilled the soul.

Though separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, it still sent shivers down their spines and sparked a never-before-felt peril of life and death!

"Courting death! How dare mere insects probe me?"

Detecting the Divine Thoughts from those Nirvana Strong Persons, Wei Hu's expression darkened, and a mere flick of his Divine Thought swept over them.

Dozens of Nirvana Strong Persons' skulls burst into bloody vapor, silenced before they could cry out.

"Lu Yuan, for slaying a heir of my Wei Family, you shall face retribution. But cowering away like this, are you shrinking like a coward?"

After a short wait with no reply from the Cyan Cloud Sect, Wei Hu's tolerance vanished entirely.

"If you won't emerge, with each breath I take, I'll massacre a million souls from Great Li."

"We'll see how long your hiding lasts!"

Wei Hu gave a cold huff, his voice utterly detached.

The other elites in Great Li quaked at his declaration, their spirits plummeting into frozen despair, visages etched with hopelessness.

Massacring a million in one breath.

Such ruthless tactics—how are they any better than those of Demonic Dao followers?

Before Wei Hu could conclude his words.

A youthful form clad in Daoist Robes materialized before him in an instant, as if by instant shift.

"Venting rage on the blameless, is this the way of your Supreme Families?"

Lu Yuan met Wei Hu’s gaze head-on, his words steady and composed.

"Mere insects, yet it appears this coward at last summons the nerve to appear."