The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1750 - 1746: The Tables Turn

Shen Luo looked at the fully restored Ancestral Spirit Statue, and was initially startled, but quickly reacted. In an instant, his thoughts whirled, and his figure shot forward like a streak of lightning. The Profound Yellow Staff in his hand swung up again, striking fiercely toward the statue.

But just as the Profound Yellow Staff was less than ten feet away from the statue, the hollow eyes of the statue suddenly surged with green light. Two clusters of green radiance emerged, and rings of green waves rippled outward in all directions.

Having just witnessed firsthand the terrifying nature of the statue’s pupil technique, Shen Luo didn’t dare to continue attacking. He immediately retreated backward and closed his eyes, yet he was still just a moment too late. His vision flickered with green light.

"Buzz..."

A tremendously powerful force of illusion instantly seeped into his mind and invaded his divine soul.

Countless hallucinations played out in Shen Luo’s consciousness—scenes from the past and future, flashing before him one by one with a mix of authenticity and deception. Before he could employ any countermeasures, most of his soul had already been deeply entrapped, fluctuating uncontrollably.

His control over his body became sluggish, causing his retreat speed to drop significantly. His steps faltered, stumbling as if he were intoxicated.

Alarm surged in Shen Luo’s heart. He hurriedly concentrated on preserving the remaining strength of his soul and fully activated the Suppressing God Technique of Buzhou.

A majestic presence of Buzhou Peak manifested in his mind, emanating a towering aura that suppressed all evil forces, barely holding off the corrosive invasion of the illusionary power.

"Such an incredibly fearsome soul-enthralling pupil technique!" Shen Luo felt immensely relieved that his soul power had recently grown significantly, stepping into the Taiyi level. Otherwise, his entire being would have likely been fully controlled by the technique, sinking into an abyss of no return.

Although he could barely resist the illusion’s power from the Ancestral Spirit Statue, his body was still affected. His limbs "thudded" to the ground, occasionally convulsing as if completely trapped within the illusionary technique.

Su Zhen watched the chain of dramatic shifts unfold, her emotions oscillating between shock and delight.

She had been utterly despairing; this Ancestral Spirit Statue was not only the vessel through which the power of the Fox Ancestor descended but also the key artifact the Qingqiu Fox Clan had placed across various cities in the Four Continents to secretly gather the Power of Seven Emotions for their prohibition techniques.

If this artifact were destroyed, not only would the power of the Fox Ancestor become chaotic, but the transmission of the Power of Seven Emotions throughout the territories would cease, resulting in unimaginable consequences.

Who could have foreseen that the shattered statue would, with no warning whatsoever, suddenly reassemble itself and even unexpectedly knock Shen Luo down through illusionary means!

Su Zhen was almost moved to tears of joy and froze for a moment before snapping back to her senses. Her massive figure immediately shifted, pouncing toward the Fox Ancestor Statue. Behind her, nine fox tails extended and wrapped layer upon layer around the statue, finally allowing her a moment of relief.

"Hahaha! The Fox Ancestor protects! The Fox Ancestor protects! I never expected the Ancestral Spirit Statue to possess such miraculous abilities of fragmentation and reassembly. It seems fate hasn’t turned against me!" Su Zhen burst into incoherent laughter.

On the side, Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan were equally stunned by the sequence of events unfolding before them. Unlike Su Zhen’s joy, their faces were grim at this moment. Shen Luo had clearly seized the upper hand earlier, and Su Zhen had been on the brink of defeat, yet the situation abruptly took such a drastic turn!

Now it appeared Shen Luo had truly succumbed to the illusion technique of the Fox Ancestor Statue, completely losing his ability to fight. The two of them alone were absolutely no match for Su Zhen.

Master Yan discreetly drew out a Communication Talisman, trying to contact Lu Huaming and others at the foot of the mountain for assistance.

Nearby, Bai Xiaotian had initially intended to seek aid from below as well, but upon noticing Master Yan’s actions, he held back. His gaze shifted to the collapsed Shen Luo.

His eyes glimmered slightly, and he suddenly raised the Starry Fan above his head, swinging it downward while rapidly chanting spells.

A semi-transparent starlight surged forth from the Starry Fan. Bai Xiaotian’s entire figure vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Su Zhen immediately sensed the disturbance, snapped her head in his direction, and unleashed a fierce strike with glowing red hands into the void.

The space in front of Master Yan and Bai Xiaotian darkened instantly. Two massive fist projections, as large as houses, materialized in a flash and roared toward them like thunderbolts.

Master Yan sought to summon armor for defense, but it was too late. One fist projection struck him fiercely, causing him to spit blood and be sent hurtling out of the altar’s glow, vanishing into the night.

The other fist projection slammed into where Bai Xiaotian had previously stood, producing a thunderous sound. That patch of space rippled violently like disturbed water, accompanied by surging waves of ferocious air currents.

Yet beyond this, there was nothing else—a peculiar absence of Bai Xiaotian.

A shadow flickered across Su Zhen’s face, but she quickly detected something and turned her gaze toward Shen Luo ahead in the distance.

Shen Luo’s eyes remained tightly shut, yet his body rose from the ground and flew swiftly away, turning more and more transparent in the process. By now, nearly half of his form had vanished.

"Invisibility Technique? Hmph, you won’t escape me!" Su Zhen sneered coldly, extending a hand forward and grasping into the void with her fingers.

Five massive scarlet streaks shot forth, their speed extraordinary, appearing before Shen Luo in a mere flicker. However, rather than aiming directly at Shen Luo, they struck a position just above him like streaks of lightning.

A sharp cry echoed from that area, followed by seven or eight shimmering star-blades materializing in mid-air and flying forth to intercept the five scarlet streaks.

Explosions of spiritual light burst forth like fireworks, spreading through a radius of tens of feet. A staggering figure appeared amidst them—it was Bai Xiaotian, coughing blood as he was sent flying backward.

The star-blades were another godly ability of the Starry Fan: the Destructive Star Slash. Though the technique carried considerable might, it still fell short of fending off Su Zhen’s full-strength attack. Bai Xiaotian was struck by one of the scarlet streaks, taking a blow to his chest and sustaining serious injuries on the spot.

With Bai Xiaotian’s control disrupted, Shen Luo’s form reverted to normal, tumbling downward from the air.

"Die!" Su Zhen fixed her frosty, murderous gaze on Shen Luo, raising her arm decisively.

The Silver Wand had unknowingly returned to her grip, a flash of silvery light gleaming from its head. A streak of sword-like silver energy surged forth, its brilliance too dazzling to behold, disappearing into the void.

In the next moment, silver light flashed in front of Shen Luo, and a spray of fresh blood erupted.

The streak of silver energy pierced straight through Shen Luo’s chest, leaving the Magic Rune Battle Armor shredded with a bowl-sized hole.

Shen Luo’s body was sent flying again, striking against a nearby mountain wall before sliding lifelessly to the ground.

"Tch! Even mere True Immortal cultivators are proving irksome to deal with," Su Zhen muttered, her brows furrowing tightly.

Although Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan appeared gravely injured, she could clearly tell both were seasoned veterans. In the moment of imminent peril, each had cast spells to shield their vital organs, preventing their demise.

As for Shen Luo—despite the seemingly fatal wound that she herself had inflicted, with his aura waning rapidly, there was still no sign of his death. Clearly, he had employed some sort of life-preserving technique.

"The others can wait for now. But you... I won’t risk letting you live. Be obliterated!" Su Zhen, wary of Shen Luo above all, swung her arm fiercely.

The Silver Wand transformed into a streak of silver light, launching straight toward Shen Luo’s head, prepared to end his life for good.

Just when Su Zhen believed victory was within her grasp, an astonishing scene unfolded before her eyes!