Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1037 - 545: Eighth Life: The Divine Son Emerges, A Great Enemy Attacks! (Part 2)

Regret washed over them, heavy and absolute.

The sheer strength demonstrated by Lu Yuan had completely surpassed their estimations.

Had it not been for the Life-Protecting Talisman bestowed upon him by the Venerable of the Medicine God Sect, Fu Ming would have been slaughtered instantly by Lu Yuan’s blade, with no chance to even struggle.

To dispatch an Early-stage Void Saint Master with a mere flick of his wrist.

Such combat prowess was truly harrowing, rivaling those ancient Half-Step Venerables who had existed for eons.

They were utterly outclassed!

"Friend, pause!"

"We have cultivated for ages to reach the level of Void Dao Saint Masters. Why must we throw our lives away over such a trifle?"

"If you are willing to cease this, I promise to provide a resolution that leaves you satisfied."

Yang Yuan pleaded in haste.

Simultaneously.

He manifested a massive square cauldron, positioning it between himself and Lu Yuan, desperate to buy a moment for Fu Ming’s flickering soul to escape.

The remaining four Void Dao Saint Masters deployed their own secret arts, exhausting every means to obstruct Lu Yuan’s path.

"It is far too late for that."

Ignoring Yang Yuan’s desperate pleas, Lu Yuan activated the Wind Thunder Profound Wings, sweeping past the heavy cauldron.

In the blink of an eye.

The Power of Space Laws rippled outward, distorting the very fabric of the void.

Lu Yuan vanished from his location, instantly reappearing before the remnants of Fu Ming’s soul as if he had teleported.

A faint, haunting bell toll echoed, striking Fu Ming’s Divine Soul and plunging his mind into a momentary void.

The Spirit-Suppressing Bell!

A rare and potent Soul Dao Sacred Artifact from the Jile Divine Teachings, capable of dampening even the most resilient Divine Soul.

"No!"

Fu Ming’s vision hazed as his Divine Soul thrashed, clinging to the last threads of clarity.

Before he could recover, a crimson blade of light descended from the heavens, cleaving his soul and his Life-Protecting Talisman into two.

"Boom!"

Fu Ming’s remnant soul disintegrated, bursting into countless motes of light that vanished into the ether.

A once-formidable Void Dao Saint Master had been extinguished just like that.

"Hiss!"

"Commander Fu Ming… he is dead?"

The gasps of the city's inhabitants echoed through the air as they witnessed the impossible.

As the Commander of the Xuandan City Guard, Fu Ming held a position of unimaginable prestige, towering over the masses.

Even powerful local influences like the Giant Whale Gang were forced to bend to his whims.

A Void Dao Saint Master was a figure of legend, treated as an honored guest by every major power, wielding bottomless Mana and living for tens of thousands of years. Such figures almost never fell in battle.

And yet, here they stood.

Because of a minor conflict involving the Fang Family, a genuine Void Dao Saint Master had perished.

This spelled absolute catastrophe for the Fang Family.

If Fu Ming could turn back time, he would never have meddled in the affairs of the Giant Whale Gang.

But in this world, there is no remedy for regret.

Having chosen to intervene, Fu Ming had paid the ultimate price.

Standing before the Fang Family estate, the gatekeeper—who had been smugly watching the confrontation just moments ago—now trembled violently, his face drained of all color, his lips white with terror.

He had foolishly assumed that the vast influence of the Medicine God Sect would make short work of a lone cultivator like Lu Yuan.

How could he have known that Lu Yuan’s power was so insurmountable that he could dominate one against six, even within the full suppression of the Thousand Strands Dragon Confining Array?

Because of the Fang Family’s greed, they had invited a calamity upon their doorsteps.

Regardless of whether Yang Yuan and his companions managed to fell Lu Yuan, the entire Fang Family was already doomed.

"Fu Ming, he…"

Yang Yuan and his peers stood frozen, paralyzed by a sudden, chilling sense of empathy.

They had walked the path of cultivation alongside Fu Ming for millennia.

And yet, who could have foreseen his end?

To be killed in the open by Lu Yuan, with no trace of his soul left behind.

Even more haunting was the realization that of the five survivors, only Yang Yuan possessed the status of a Late-stage Void Saint Master; the others were roughly equal to Fu Ming.

If Lu Yuan could dismantle Fu Ming with such terrifying ease, could he not do the same to them?

The thought sent a jolt of icy fear from their spines to their skulls.

"It is your turn now."

With Fu Ming dead, Lu Yuan turned, the Blood Extinction Celestial Saber held firmly, locking eyes with Yang Yuan and the survivors.

Sensing the cold, overwhelming intent in Lu Yuan’s gaze, the five remaining masters felt their hair stand on end.

"You have martyred Fu Ming and invited a war you cannot win. Do you truly wish to incite an eternal grudge with our Medicine God Sect?"

Yang Yuan shouted, his bravado masking his inner dread, desperately brandishing the name of his sect to scare off his opponent.

Lu Yuan merely let out a mocking, disdainful smile.

"If I let you live, would your sect have granted me mercy?"

Yang Yuan stalled, unable to produce a rebuttal.

A power as vast as the Medicine God Sect could never tolerate an outsider wounding their pride. Killing Fu Ming was an insult to their very foundation; to let it slide would only invite others to defy them.

There was no path to reconciliation remaining.

As they traded words, Lu Yuan surged forward on his Wind Thunder Profound Wings, raising his blade high to descend upon Yang Yuan.

But as the strike reached its apex, Lu Yuan stalled, his brow furrowing as he caught a shift in the wind from the horizon.

A flash of light pierced the sky like a falling star, moving with impossible speed until it struck the center of Yang Yuan’s brow.

"An emergency transmission from our Sect?"

Yang Yuan’s hands shook as he channeled his Divine Thought into the glowing Jade Talisman.

"The Sun God Son has achieved Nirvana… he has entered the Ming Dao Venerable Realm… the Divine Fire Sect is launching a full-scale Dao Lineage Conflict?"

"Three Venerables have descended, leading millions of zealots to besiege our domain… our Sect is on the brink of collapse?"

As the message burned into his mind, his eyes shrank to pinpricks, his heart plummeting.

"Hold, friend!"

"External foes have invaded our borders! We are fellow cultivators of the Profound Spirit Realm; slaughtering each other now would be supreme folly!"

Sensing that his life hung by a thread, he blurted out the news in desperation.

"The Divine Fire Sect has finally mobilized?"

Lu Yuan paused, his expression turning grave.

They were one of the ten great Immortal Dao Lineages, a shadow that had hovered over the Profound Spirit Realm for centuries. Their sudden, aggressive expansion was clearly intended to consume everything.

At such a pivotal moment of existential threat.

His petty grievance with the Medicine God Sect could wait.

Besides, with Fu Ming already dead, the immediate blood feud had been addressed.

The killing intent radiating from Lu Yuan began to dim.

Seeing the shift, Yang Yuan acted immediately.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Yuan, our misunderstandings are regrettable, but let us bury them with Fu Ming. Given our common enemy, continued hostilities only serve the Divine Fire Sect."

"Very well."

Lu Yuan considered it and nodded.

Between the two, his hatred for the Divine Fire Sect ran much deeper.

The slaughter of his Cyan Cloud Sect disciples by their hands was a debt that had to be paid in blood. With them currently at war, he might finally have the chance to eradicate the Wei Family once and for all.

Seeing Lu Yuan’s agreement, Yang Yuan felt the immense pressure vanish.

"Fellow Daoist, the fault lies with the Giant Whale Gang. I swear I shall deliver a resolution that satisfies you."

Yang Yuan offered this peace offering and turned to act.

He led his remaining four companions to lay waste to the Fang Family.

As for the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, trapped within the formation, he was swiftly executed by Yang Yuan’s own hand.

In less than half a day, the gang that had gripped Xuandan City for over a century was utterly wiped from existence.