Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 133 - 123: Three Lifetimes: One Step to Innate, Slay

Then his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

At the sa ti.

A prompt sounded in his mind.

[You have slain a Fifth-Grade Innate Great Demon and gained 100,000 Heavenly Repair Points!]

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Nanyang Prefecture.

Inside a certain mansion.

Elder Lu was pacing anxiously in the courtyard, frequently glancing toward the room with a worried look.

After a while.

"Creak!"

The door to the room opened, and an elder with a head full of silver hair and a brawny stature walked out with a distressed look.

"Inspector Envoy, how is Yuan’Er’s injury?"

Elder Lu’s eyes were bloodshot, having not closed for an entire seven days and nights.

"The Yin Sha Spirit Body is indeed extraordinary; it’s the first ti soone has survived using the Blood Soul Guide in the history of the Demon Suppression Bureau."

"However, although the young friend’s life is saved, the situation is not optimistic."

Sikong Lie sighed, his tone filled with deep regret and pity.

Hearing this news, Elder Lu’s face turned pale, his body trembling slightly: "Inspector Envoy, do you an..."

"I’ve temporarily used Innate True Essence to protect his heart veins, but the dicinal power of the Blood Soul Guide is too overbearing; he’s lost all potential and is likely forever severed from the Martial Dao."

Sikong Lie sighed once more.

This was an unparalleled genius who could step into the Mortal Shedding Realm at just two years old!

If he had known there was such a prodigious talent in the remote Qingyun County, he wouldn’t have hesitated to level Black Wind Ridge to the ground!

For a genius of such outstanding talent, he should have risen like a brilliant star, competing with heroes across the world.

Yet now, he could only beco an ordinary mortal, which was more unbearable than death itself!

Upon learning that Lu Yuan would beco a cripple, Elder Lu’s lips quivered, and he staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

He didn’t care about Lu Yuan’s strength, as he was willing to take care of him for his whole life.

The only worry was that Lu Yuan might not be able to bear such a severe blow and might end his own life because of it!

"Inspector Envoy, my Lu Family has been loyal and valiant for generations, with three generations having sacrificed everything for the Demon Suppression Bureau."

"Now, Yuan’Er is the only seedling left of my Lu Family. Please, no matter what, you must find a way to cure him!"

Elder Lu, known for his resolute nature and lifelong disdain for asking others for help, was now humbly begging with tears faintly shining in his aged eyes.

Sikong Lie hesitated to speak.

In truth, the Great Spirit Dynasty has a deep heritage, and there are indeed ways to cure Lu Yuan.

For example, the Ten-Thousand-Year Divine dicine in the Imperial Palace Ancestral Land, which can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones.

Not to ntion rebuilding one’s foundation, it could even elevate soone to unprecedented heights.

There is also the Dragon Transformation Pool, which condenses the fortune of the Great Spirit’s dragon vein, enough to transform soone completely.

Even a re mortal entering it could see their cultivation progress by leaps and bounds!

And there’s the Ninth-Grade Immortal Pill in dicine God Valley, reputed to make one ascend imdiately after being cleansed by Thunder Tribulation.

Just a whiff of its pill fragrance could make an Innate Martial Cultivator break through in power!

But such supre treasures are all legendary exotic treasures.

Even soone like him, a Sixth Grade Divine Sea Strong Person, isn’t qualified to access them, let alone Lu Yuan.

Besides that.

The Corpse Immortal Sect, Demon God Palace, Celestial Dao Sect, Great Buddha Temple, and Misty Immortal Sect, these thousand-year-old sects also have unimaginable deep heritage.

Yet asking them to use their sect’s supre treasures might be more challenging than ascending to the skies.

"It’s a pity that the Demon Suppression Bureau was established too recently, and its foundation is still sowhat shallow."

Sikong Lie felt a bit helpless.

Suddenly, as if rembering sothing, he slapped his forehead.

How could I, this old fool, have forgotten about that forgotten mystical technique?