Chapter 520 - 313: Imperial Soul of the Middle Ages, Eternal Immortal Dynasty, Efficacy of the Divine Stone, Celestial Human Realm Perfection

Controlled by the Immortal Evil Thought, he slowly rose from the ground, a low murmur escaping his lips:

"Die..."

The swordsman’s speed was incredible; in an instant, he slammed into Lu Mingyuan.

Claws sprouted from his fingertips as he slashed at Lu Mingyuan’s neck.

"BAM!"

Lu Mingyuan reacted in an instant, throwing a punch. A golden draconic phantom flashed and vanished as his fist struck the swordsman’s chest, sending him flying.

The swordsman flew back for dozens of yards before neutralizing Lu Mingyuan’s Palm Power. He landed with a loud THUD, the impact spiderwebbing the ground with cracks.

Lu Mingyuan got back up from the ruins, dusting himself off.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness, and his vision went black. A chilling power was spreading from his neck, corroding his will.

A moment ago, the swordsman’s claws had grazed Lu Mingyuan’s neck, leaving three shallow scratches.

The scratches had already turned a bruised black. A faint black Yin Qi rose from the wounds, and the affected area was spreading toward his face and shoulder.

’Such potent Yin Qi.’

Alarmed, Lu Mingyuan immediately circulated the Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture, moving his Primordial Qi through his body for a full cycle.

But the Yin Qi was incredibly stubborn and difficult to refine.

It wasn’t until he gathered his Golden Dragon Qi that he was finally able to refine the Yin Qi.

The black qi on his neck dissipated, and even the three scratches healed completely.

’It seems this wisp of Immortal Evil Thought is not to be underestimated.’

Lu Mingyuan grew serious.

No Middle Fifth Grade Cultivator could break through his physical defenses. He could even withstand several blows from a Thirteenth Realm Human Immortal.

And yet, this incredibly malevolent Yin Qi had corroded him with ease.

All he could conclude was that there was something very strange about this wisp of Immortal Evil Thought.

’If I grind his body to a pulp, let’s see if that thing can still survive in his Sea of Consciousness.’

Lu Mingyuan muttered, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

These remnant immortal souls from the Medieval Battlefield were quite bizarre. The swordsman had only absorbed a single wisp, yet his power had skyrocketed, making him no weaker than the most elite Twelfth Realm Cultivator.

He could even put up a fight against an Upper Immortal.

"HOWL."

The swordsman let out a long howl and shot forward again, becoming a streak of white light as he charged at Lu Mingyuan.

This time, Lu Mingyuan was prepared. He slid his right foot back into a lunge and gripped his blade with one hand. Unleashing his Heaven-Reaching Sword Intent, he also shot forward like a streak of light.

CLANG!

The immense killing aura of the Famous Sword Yang Su collided with the black Yin Qi protecting the swordsman’s chest.

Instead of piercing his body, it rang out with the sound of metal striking stone, as if the blade had hit a mountain of iron.

Both were sent flying backward, putting dozens of yards between them once more.

Hair-thin black lines appeared on the swordsman’s chest, woven into a dense, intricate pattern.

It was this pattern that had blocked Yang Su’s strike.

Normally, a single strike from Lu Mingyuan was enough to force any Middle Fifth Grade Cultivator to yield.

At this moment, Yun Qinghe’s cool voice cut in, "Those Curse Seals are rapidly covering his body. We need to end this quickly. I’ll draw his attention."

"Alright."

Lu Mingyuan agreed, his voice grim.

The swordsman raised both his claws, and a cyan, humanoid phantom materialized behind him. It took the shape of a man and radiated a tyrannical, sinister power.

Lu Mingyuan continuously poured his Primordial Qi into Yang Su, activating all of the thousand-plus Spiritual Energy Inscriptions within the blade, which then began to emit a dazzling thunderous light.

Thunder Power was the only way to deal with such a foul, evil creature.

Yun Qinghe leaped into the battle to draw the swordsman’s attention.

And Lu Mingyuan unleashed his attack.

His Martial Dao Body and Saber Qi erupted together, blasting the pouncing swordsman away. The man flew for several miles before crashing into the wall of the ancient city.

Even with the black Curse Seals protecting him, the swordsman couldn’t withstand the blow. His entire right arm was severed.

Executing the Carefree Travel Divine Technique, Lu Mingyuan appeared above the city wall and once again summoned a thousand streams of Saber Qi.

"WHOOSH—"

The Yang Su in his hand became a bolt of light that shot downward into the ruins.

The Saber Qi was terrifyingly powerful, its penetrating force simply astonishing. It left a black, bottomless pit in the ground, thirty feet in diameter.

It had completely pulverized the swordsman’s body.

However, an aura could still be felt coming from underground.

Lu Mingyuan frowned slightly, sensing that his attack hadn’t killed the Immortal Evil Thought.

"Return."

Lu Mingyuan spread his fingers and made a grasping motion at the air.

Yang Su flew out from the bottom of the pit and returned to his hand.

About twenty meters away from Lu Mingyuan, a black shadow slowly rose.

It floated in midair, and from within it came a young man’s voice: "I truly didn’t expect to find a peerless prodigy like you in this era. It’s quite remarkable."

Although the voice sounded young, it carried an ancient, weathered quality, hinting at the passage of eons.

Immediately after, the face of a young man in his twenties emerged from the black shadow.

The man was exceptionally beautiful, his features even more delicate and defined than a woman’s. With both arms behind his back and his head held high, he had the air of someone who looked down on the entire world.

Just like an emperor of ages past.

With a grand wave of his hand, the corpses of the natives rose from the ground like zombies, knelt, and kowtowed to the young man floating in the air.

"How is this possible? Those figures from the Middle Ages should all be dead. Even if they survived in a Grotto Heaven, it’s impossible for them to regain consciousness."

The vermilion mark between Sui Yuqing’s brows furrowed, her tone filled with disbelief.

Yun Qinghe’s expression was also incredibly grave. "A remnant soul that can recall its former glory must be the most powerful among the Immortal Evil Thoughts. It might even be a figure whose name is recorded in the ancient texts. This person has an extraordinary air about him. He can’t be an ordinary figure. It’s very likely he’s an emperor from a Middle Ancient Dynasty."

However, after hearing them, Lu Mingyuan said with a calm expression, "He’s been dead for tens of thousands of years. Why fear him? Just destroy him."

Yun Qinghe shot him a look and said, "He is just a wisp of a remnant soul possessing a True Disciple of the Wanluo Sword Sect, and he can unleash the power of a peak Twelfth Realm Cultivator. If he had even ten percent of his original body’s power, he could probably crush Saints and Earth Immortals."

A faint smile played on the young man’s lips. "One hundred thousand years ago, after the War of Ascension, this Emperor died here for the future of the Human Race. I thought I would be extinguished forever, but I never expected that the environment created by these Divine Beings would allow my Divine Soul to persist for ten thousand years."

"One hundred thousand years ago... could it be..."

Sui Yuqing’s pupils constricted as she heard the date and the events the man described. A specific person immediately came to mind.

’If it’s from the end of the War of Ascension, then there’s only one person it could be.’

"The Eternal Immortal Dynasty."

"The Emperor of the first Celestial Destiny Dynasty."

Sui Yuqing said gravely.

The legendary emperor who established the first unified Celestial Destiny Dynasty of the Human Race, a dynasty that seized Destiny from the hands of the Divine Beings of the Human Race, had been dead for one hundred thousand years. And now, he had awakened once more.

The Eternal Emperor was not in his prime state; he was a wisp of a remnant soul, with less than one percent of his power.

And yet, just by standing there quietly, he exerted immense pressure on everyone present.

Every living being in the ancient city could feel a suffocating power emanating from the man before them.

The Eternal Emperor gave Lu Mingyuan a deep look and said, "You must also be an emperor of the mortal world. This Emperor has just reawakened today and is in a good mood, so I will not trouble myself with you."

"If we meet again, I hope we will not be enemies."

By the time Lu Mingyuan heard this voice, the black shadow before him had already begun to fade.

And then it vanished completely.

The oppressive aura also slowly dissipated.

Only then did Yun Qinghe’s tense body relax. She said in a low voice, "I suspect he didn’t really want to let us go. His consciousness has just reawakened, and he wasn’t confident he could take us down. After all, we have the Divine Fallen Blood Stone, and that thing is the bane of these Immortal Evil Thoughts."

Lu Mingyuan nodded in complete agreement.

Without a doubt, the first thing this remnant soul would do after reawakening was find a suitable physical body.

The reason he didn’t provoke us was probably a lack of confidence.

After all, their group was no pushover.

Yun Qinghe had her Immortal Sword for protection. Sui Yuqing was a Peak Master from the Celestial Master’s Mansion with a trump card from the Elder Celestial Master. And he himself was protected by Dragon Qi, which could suppress such evil forces.

’The power of this Divine Stone is flowing rapidly into my body.’

Lu Mingyuan grunted in surprise, suddenly noticing the large Divine Fallen Blood Stone in his palm was emitting a faint red light, making his physical body thrum with excitement.

His Primordial Qi grew more solid, and the energy in his meridians flowed faster.

His Cultivation was slowly rising.

Soon, he broke past the Late Stage Celestial Human Realm.

And entered Celestial Human Realm Perfection.

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