The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1742 - 1738: Disfigured

Shen Luo’s face turned faintly ashen; he had just gone to great lengths to corner Su Zhen, deploying every powerful technique at his disposal, intending to strike him down or severely injure him with one decisive blow. Yet, Su Zhen had effortlessly escaped.

"Su Zhen is unexpectedly so powerful..." Shen Luo’s heart sank as he made a gesture to disperse the Golden Sword Formation.

Whether it was the Xuan Yang Demon Transformation, the Destruction Mingwang Yan Armor, or the Golden Sword Formation, they all consumed immense energy. Even though Shen Luo’s mana was more robust than a typical Late True Immortal cultivator and his soul power had just broken through to the Taiyi level, it could not be sustained for long.

Suddenly, a streak of silver light shot forth from the side, wrapping around the ten Pure Yang Swords transformed from the Golden Sword Formation, dragging them away into the distance—seeming to be the same silver blizzard from moments ago.

At this moment, the silver blizzard’s power was immense; Shen Luo found it difficult to stabilize the Pure Yang Swords as ten swords were swiftly swept away.

His expression darkened, and he immediately urged Destruction Mingwang to leap forward, the Sun Battle Axe in his hand blazing with fire as he swung it down toward the blizzard.

Just then, ripples appeared in the void nearby, resembling water waves. A giant scarlet hand emerged out of nowhere, grasping the Sun Battle Axe, immobilizing it instantly.

Shen Luo’s pupils shrank, but he didn’t panic. His hands deftly formed a seal and pointed.

Destruction Mingwang’s other arm suddenly blurred, swinging forcefully, and the Hongming Knife in its grasp turned into a streak of green knife light that shot out. A hazy figure materialized beside the silver blizzard, slashing through it with a sharp sound.

The silver blizzard was instantly severed, exploding into shards as the ten Pure Yang Swords freed themselves and flew back toward Shen Luo.

From beside the scarlet giant hand, the void emitted a thunderous roar, which continued to churn violently. A massive Immortal Fox Dharma Body suddenly emerged, towering almost to the altar’s summit. Within the Dharma Body’s void stood a figure—it was Su Zhen.

An incomparably overwhelming aura erupted from the Giant Fox Dharma Body, sending Shen Luo, Destruction Mingwang, and the Sky Fiend Corpse King flying backward. freēwēbnovel.com

Stumbling, Shen Luo managed to steady his footing and collected the returning Pure Yang Flying Sword and Hongming Knife, gazing incredulously at Su Zhen.

The Giant Fox Dharma Body surrounding Su Zhen was, without a doubt, the same one that had attacked Chang’an City that day. Though the colors were slightly different, the terrifying, heart-pounding pressure was identical—something Shen Luo could never forget or mistake.

Moreover, Shen Luo had finally noticed an even more shocking truth.

Although he had severed the connection between Su Zhen and Tu Shanxue, the aura on Su Zhen was still growing inexplicably. It seemed poised to cross the threshold into the Heavenly Venerate Realm definitively.

At that moment, Destruction Mingwang’s external spiritual light dimmed rapidly, signifying the depletion of the Immortal Jade stored within.

Shen Luo frowned, flicked his sleeves, and withdrew Destruction Mingwang.

Not only had Destruction Mingwang run out of vitality, but Shen Luo’s own mana reserves were dangerously low. However, Nie Caizhu remained unconscious inside the Free and Easy Mirror and incapable of aiding him in recovery. His only option was to keep an Immortal Crystal at hand, extracting mana from it—a mere drop in the bucket.

"Young Master Shen, do not blindly fight recklessly! Pay attention to the altar behind Su Zhen. The Fox Clan Ancestral Spirit Statue atop it is the key to this battle. That object has been continuously gathering an unknown power of emotions and channeling it into that old fox," Fire Spirit Child’s voice suddenly echoed from within the Free and Easy Mirror.

Unlike Shen Luo, who was immersed in battle, Fire Spirit Child observed the battlefield’s dynamics. His deeper understanding of arrays allowed him to quickly notice what was amiss.

"Emotion power?" Shen Luo glanced faintly at the Fox Ancestor Statue, which glimmered softly.

He quietly unleashed his Divine Sense, probing past Su Zhen toward the Fox Ancestor Statue. Sure enough, he detected waves of unique energy emanating from it, merging into Su Zhen’s body.

These currents were immeasurably subtle, distinct from Heaven and Earth Aura. Without Fire Spirit Child’s reminder, Shen Luo could never have detected them.

Shen Luo covertly activated the Canghun Pearl, carefully exploring the energy. He quickly sensed numerous faces within it, each wearing different expressions—some joyful, some sorrowful, some enraged, and some vicious—an overwhelming variety of emotions pressed down on him like a tide.

Startled, Shen Luo hastily withdrew his Divine Sense.

Despite his cautious investigation of the Fox Ancestor Statue, Su Zhen still sensed it.

"To think you could uncover the problem with the Ancestral Spirit Statue—impressive. Then, today I shall ensure you do not leave here alive. Prepare to die!" Su Zhen sneered coldly, taking a step forward as his figure suddenly vanished into a crimson light.

In the next moment, ripples surged before Shen Luo as Su Zhen and the Giant Fox Dharma Body materialized ghost-like. The Dharma Body’s enormous claw swept down, carrying a bloody gale overhead.

Shen Luo had already been wary of Su Zhen’s every move. As soon as Su Zhen stirred, a surge of lightning erupted beneath Shen Luo’s feet, propelling him into the void in a flash to evade the Giant Fox Dharma Body’s strike, reappearing hundreds of feet away outside the altar.

Following the earlier battle, though the Ancestral Spirit Altar remained sturdy, it was now riddled with cracks, on the verge of collapse.

The void darkened where Shen Luo had stood mere moments ago, followed by a flash as an area of light exploded violently. The ground trembled with a booming sound, leaving a handprint-shaped crater about an acre in size, unfathomably deep.

The edges of the imprint shimmered as smooth as glass—a testament to the immense force and speed of the tremendous strike, terrifying in appearance.

Witnessing this scene, Shen Luo’s pupils contracted, and he flew backward further.

"The Demon Race is, in fact, the manifestation of the emotions of Pangu Great God. This power of emotions is their source of strength. The Fox Clan embodies the power of jealousy. For thousands of years, they’ve harbored resentment toward the Human and Immortal Races occupying the Blessed Lands and Caves of the Three Realms and flourishing endlessly. The cumulative envy and bitterness are boundless—far beyond what a mere True Immortal cultivator like you can withstand," Fire Spirit Child quickly explained from the Free and Easy Mirror, observing the external situation.

"Daoist friend, what do you mean by this? Are you suggesting I run away?" Shen Luo frowned deeply.

Despite Su Zhen’s overwhelming strength, placing Shen Luo at a disadvantage, he had never considered fleeing in the face of battle.

"Not exactly. While I don’t know how the Qingqiu Fox Clan resurrected their Fox Ancestor, they clearly haven’t revived it completely. Otherwise, they wouldn’t need to rely on these external emotional forces. If you can destroy that Ancestral Spirit Statue, you should be able to break Su Zhen’s Fox Clan Dharma Body," Fire Spirit Child suggested.

Shen Luo’s spirits lifted. If he could shatter the colossal Dharma Body, Su Zhen, though formidable, would no longer be invincible.

At that moment, crimson light flickered in front of him as Su Zhen controlled the Giant Fox Dharma Body to charge once more. Seeing this, lightning erupted under Shen Luo’s feet as he disappeared in a flash, vanishing into the void again.