Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1065 - 558: Eighth Life: Bloodstained War Spear, Thunder Divine General!_2

At this instant, these two opposing powers fuse seamlessly together, demonstrating the remarkable nature of this treasure.

This is the lifebound Dao Artifact that Wei Qian laboriously forged with immense resources and dedication.

Yin Yang Qiankun Circle!

Wei Qian casually hurled the ring skyward, where it swiftly expanded, growing from palm-sized to immense proportions that blotted out the sky and sun.

It completely shrouded the entire Medicine God Sect.

The next instant.

The Law Dao Pattern upon the Yin Yang Qiankun Circle's surface activated, radiating brilliant light.

Runes shimmered brightly.

A fierce extreme Yang force erupted from the Qiankun Circle, transforming into a colossal sea of flames that swallowed the Medicine God Sect below in a flash.

Though the Medicine God Sect’s mountain protection array was deemed unbreakable, it began to falter under the relentless blaze of the fiery ocean, growing fainter and more fragile.

"Dao friend Wei Qian, I will lend you a hand."

Seeing this, Ancestor Luo Lan promptly formed hand seals and unleashed a brilliant immortal light.

This immortal light spanned merely one zhang, yet its hues were dazzlingly vivid, carrying a mystical allure that stirred the spirit and drew the gaze inescapably.

Soul Capturing Aurora!

This immortal light isn't a mere divine skill or technique; it's the lifebound Dao Artifact crafted by Ancestor Luo Lan over ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years of journeying through the Holy Realm's extremities.

He refined it using a hundred thousand strands of captured aurora.

This light wields immense power, particularly devastating against the Divine Soul.

Upon deployment, it seizes souls and captures spirits.

Even a powerhouse like the Ming Dao Venerable risks grave Divine Soul injury if caught off guard!

"Boom!"

As the Soul Capturing Aurora emerged, it unleashed a fearsome venerable aura, jointly eroding the Medicine God Sect's sect protection array alongside the Yin Yang Qiankun Circle.

"It’s bad! The Divine Fire Sect has unleashed their ultimate technique, and we're scarcely holding out now."

The other powerhouses of the Medicine God Sect paled drastically, their forms shuddering nonstop, eyes brimming with terror and hopelessness.

They all gazed upward at a man in blue robes, like drowning souls clutching at the last lifeline, crying out urgently.

"Sect Leader, what should we do?"

The blue-robed man exuded refined elegance, with a mild demeanor resembling a scholarly tutor.

Yet his mere presence radiated a world-shaking venerable aura, warping the surrounding void faintly.

This was none other than the Sect Master of Medicine God Sect, Xu Yucheng!

"Underneath a toppled nest, how can an egg remain intact?"

"The Divine Fire Sect has mobilized fully, clearly aiming to devour our Medicine God Sect whole. No path to retreat exists; we fight to the death!"

Xu Yucheng declared gravely, his voice profound and resolute.

His words sparked a faint surge in the Medicine God Sect's sagging morale.

"Resist stubbornly, without realizing one’s limitations!"

No sooner had Xu Yucheng spoken than Thunder Divine General sneered, clutching his right hand's war spear tightly before hurling it with ferocious might.

"Crack!"

The bronze war spear streaked forth like violet lightning, ripping across the boundless skies, bearing unstoppable piercing force as it slammed into the Medicine God Sect’s sect protection array.

"Bang!"

This was the full-powered assault of a Ming Dao Venerable, its might cataclysmic enough to obliterate any Half-Step Venerable instantly.

Furthermore, the blood-soaked bronze war spear had pierced a Ming Dao Venerable's skull before, imbued with genuine venerable blood, granting it limitless destructive prowess.

As the war spear struck.

All the powerhouses upholding the sect protection array spewed blood, bodies hurled backward, struck with catastrophic force in a heartbeat.

Disciples of Medicine God Sect with lesser strength merely brushed this impact, groaning as their forms burst apart, dissolving into blood mist on the spot!

The once-impenetrable sect protection array now resembled a fractured mirror, riddled with spiderweb cracks, on the verge of total collapse.

Even Xu Yucheng, a Ming Dao Venerable, reeled from the bronze war spear's horrifying destruction, staggering back several paces.

A piercing killing intent followed, sending chills to his marrow, as if his viscera were impaled, a metallic tang surging in his throat.

"Is this the terrifying aura of the Ninth Divine General?"

Bitterness twisted Xu Yucheng’s expression, unable to mask the shock and despair gripping his heart.

The Divine Fire Army serves as the Divine Fire Sect's elite force, comprising prodigies and powerhouses from myriad realms.

They battle foes relentlessly, treading life's razor edge, forged through endless mortal combats.

Truly an invincible legion of tigers and wolves, undefeated in battle.

Thunder's rise to Ninth Divine General amid the Divine Fire Army's myriad elites underscores his horrifying strength!

"If even the Ninth Divine General of the Divine Fire Army possesses such overwhelming might, how fearsome must the other eight Divine Generals be?"

This thought chilled Xu Yucheng utterly, frost creeping from crown to toe.

Fortune in misfortune: the Divine Fire Army spans vast realms, engaged in ceaseless wars across domains for years.

The other eight Divine Generals bear weightier duties; this trivial Profound Spirit Realm warrants no personal descent.

Else, their involvement would raze Medicine God Sect without resistance, flattening it in moments.

Yet despite that.

The vast chasm between Medicine God Sect and Divine Fire Sect plunges all its powerhouses into utter despair, glimpsing no victory whatsoever.

"I will say this for the last time, surrender on your knees, and I will spare your lives!"

Thunder Divine General gazed down imperiously, his cold eyes sweeping the Medicine God Sect's powerhouses, delivering the ultimate demand.

In that instant.

Medicine God Sect's powerhouses quaked in dread, combat spirit shattered, morale plummeting to rock bottom.

Witnessing disciples' faltering resolve, surrender tempting their minds.

Suddenly, a withered elder materialized in midair, his raspy yet booming voice thundering in fury.

"Our Medicine God Sect can be killed, but not humiliated; even battling to the last soul, we refuse to kneel and grovel before you fiends!"

"It’s Venerable Lingyun!"

Spotting that withered form, fellow Medicine God Sect disciples rallied instantly, rediscovering their pillar of strength.

Venerable Lingyun, a lifelong disciple across generations, harbored profound loyalty to the sect.

He devoted his existence tirelessly to Medicine God Sect, earning immense reverence among all disciples.

"Just a mere buried bone, you dare to speak so boldly in front of me?"

Thunder Divine General recalled his bronze war spear, voice dripping scorn.

Venerable Lingyun teetered on life's brink; supreme divine medicines merely prolonged his agony, stripping him of all might.

But before his taunt ended.

Venerable Lingyun glanced back at the cherished sect, eyes alight with profound fondness and sorrow.

Then, with iron resolve, he wheeled like a moth to flame, radiating suicidal aura as he hurtled toward Thunder Divine General and the endless ranks!

"Give it up, your origin is exhausted, authority lost; even self-destructing your Divine Soul harms me not."

Thunder Divine General discerned Venerable Lingyun’s ploy clearly, tone flat and indifferent.

A Ming Dao Venerable's power stems from Heavenly Dao Will-granted Authority of Law.

Lacking authority renders them mere shells, akin to a powerless mortal sovereign.

Hence, Venerable Lingyun's self-explosion threatens little.

"Yes, I am an old man on the verge of death, now just a useless person, unable to do anything for the sect anymore."

Venerable Lingyun sighed deeply, a flicker of solitude crossing his face.

He was exceedingly aged.

So aged that power and authority had forsaken him, unworthy of enemy regard.

Yet Ming Dao Venerables etch Dao upon heaven and earth, coexisting eternally with the Dao.

Regardless.

While breath lingers, the world acknowledges him as a Ming Dao Venerable.

Like an emperor: power stripped, yet enthroned a day, the realm hails him sovereign!

What Venerable Lingyun must now achieve.

Burn all to ash, restoring Dao to the heavens.

Sacrifice existence and fade away, forging a path for descendants to ascend as venerable!