Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

The old patriarch of the Immortal Sect was inwardly delighted.

He shouted out to join forces with the old barbarian elder against the enemy, but he quietly retreated to the back of the battlefield.

However, just as it seemed the War Axe was about to cleave Lu Yuan in two.

The Barbarian God Axe suddenly made a hundred and eighty-degree turn, drawing a long arc in the void, and suddenly slashed down upon the head of the old patriarch of the Immortal Sect.

The old patriarch had fled for his life earlier, burning a large amount of Origin and Vitality, and was already at the end of his rope.

On top of that, with the old barbarian elder catching him off guard, how could he possibly react in time?

"Swish!"

Unprepared, the old patriarch was struck squarely by the sharp axe blade.

"Who would have thought that after scheming all my life, I ended up being outsmarted myself..."

He stood there dumbfounded, a bitter smile on his face, and sighed with great reluctance.

Next moment.

The Power of Annihilation within the axe blade erupted explosively, obliterating all vitality and Dao marks.

A trail of blood appeared on the old patriarch's forehead, piercing through his head and Primordial Spirit, splitting him in two!

A dignified Tribulation Crossing True Monarch thus vanished silently!

"Interesting, you killed him, aren't you afraid of becoming an enemy to all the Holy Land Great Teachings?"

Lu Yuan watched the sudden turn of events with interest and asked.

"You jest, my friend."

"If I didn't kill him, the entire Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race would be destroyed because of him."

Having personally slain a Tribulation Crossing True Monarch, the old barbarian elder felt no joy or pride, but instead was full of sorrow, with a bitter heart.

If he had any choice, he would not have come to this point.

But he knew very well.

Lu Yuan's Power was immense, even to the point of being unbeatable.

Even if the old barbarian elder risked the entire Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race, they might not be a threat to Lu Yuan!

And the fact that the old patriarch of the Immortal Sect had announced Lu Yuan's identity to the world was extremely sinister.

If the old barbarian elder became an enemy of Lu Yuan, the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race would surely suffer the same fate as the East Sea Immortal Sect.

But if the old barbarian elder pretended ignorance and deliberately let Lu Yuan go, the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race would also become the target of all, even held accountable by the Heavenly Dao Will.

This meant, no matter his choice.

The Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race was destined for destruction, the only difference being an early or late death.

Facing this deadlock, the best solution for the old barbarian elder was to kill the old patriarch of the Immortal Sect, presenting Lu Yuan with a pledge of allegiance.

Then, before everything came to light, try to prepare a backup plan as much as possible, to give the barbarian race a chance for survival.

"He who knows the times is a wise man, you have some courage."

Lu Yuan spoke with a hint of approval in his tone.

"However, as a Tribulation Crossing True Monarch, you must already be aware of the truth of this world."

"The Gu Cultivator and the Parasite Insect Race are eternal enemies. Even if you present a pledge of allegiance, Lu Mou would find it hard to let you go."

Lu Yuan's tone suddenly turned icy cold.

He who is not of our race must surely harbor different intentions.

From his perspective.

Whether it was the old patriarch of the Immortal Sect or the old barbarian elder, they were nothing but twisted, flesh-warped, parasitized monstrosities of the Insect Race.

The greatest difference between them and other parasitic cultivators lay in the fact that.

Low-Level Cultivators were always kept in the dark, completely unaware of the parasitic truth.

But a Tribulation Crossing True Monarch could achieve a Divine Fusion of Heaven and Earth, surviving many heavenly disasters and tribulations and had long realized the truth of this world, willingly transforming into a true Parasite Insect Race!

Therefore.

Lu Yuan was never lenient with these people.

"Heaven and Earth are indifferent, treating all things as straw dogs, be it cultivators or the insect race, we are all but struggling to cross the sea of bitterness."

"If there were a choice, who would willingly fall to this state?"

The old barbarian elder sighed.

How could he not understand the cruel parasitic truth of this world?

Yet in front of the all-powerful Heavenly Dao Will, individual power is too insignificant; even as a Tribulation Crossing True Monarch, he can only cling to survival.

Lu Yuan stared silently at the old barbarian elder, saying nothing.

Though the Eye of Truth could pierce through illusions and see reality.

Even Lu Yuan found it hard to discern.

If they were truly Parasite Insect Race donned in human skin, or if there remained a trace of humanity, not yet annihilated, within their distorted and malformed bodies?

After a long silence, Lu Yuan spoke again.

"You and the Gu Cultivator conspired to kill the old patriarch of the Immortal Sect, committing a taboo of the Heavenly Dao Will, and will inevitably face a reckoning."

"Moreover, you are even more aware than I am that there is no room for reconciliation between Gu Cultivators and the Insect Race."

With every word Lu Yuan spoke, the sorrow on the old barbarian elder's face grew deeper.

Unable to win in battle nor flee.

Is awaiting death the only option?

Just when he was about to fall into the abyss of despair.

Lu Yuan's next words suddenly gave him a glimmer of hope.

"But Heaven leaves no living being without a path way, if you wish for me to spare the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race, there is a way."

"What way, please, speak candidly, my friend."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of hope suddenly rekindled in the dim, aged eyes of the old barbarian elder.

Much like a drowning man seeing the final straw to grasp at near death.

No matter what the cost, he must seize this opportunity!

"It's very simple, let the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Race inherit my Gu Dao legacy."

Lu Yuan spoke lightly.

But in the ears of the old barbarian elder, it was like a thunderclap on a clear day, leaving his mind buzzing and blank.