Chapter 407: The Sixteen Phantom Primordial Spirits Seized

“You think you can take my lives from me?” Bai Sha roared, his voice shaking the surrounding ruins. “These are the gifts of my bloodline, the authority that has allowed me to stand above countless demons! No human can strip them away!”

Lin Yuan’s eyes remained fixed upon the crimson scars. “Your bloodline gave you nineteen lives, but it did not grant you control over the Dao itself.”

He closed his right hand.

The silver-blue rain suddenly reversed direction, and the golden-purple thunder within every droplet flashed simultaneously. The sixteen phantom Primordial Spirits were pulled toward the surface of Bai Sha’s body, their silver-white light pressing against the crimson scars as the Origin energy forced their connections into a single, exposed network.

The White Tiger’s eyes widened in horror. For the first time, he could feel the individual presences that had sustained his repeated resurrections, each one trembling beneath the pressure of Lin Yuan’s technique. He tried to draw them deeper into his body, but the circulation that once obeyed his will had become entangled with the principle of Three Rebirths.

Lin Yuan raised his left hand and pointed toward Bai Sha’s chest. “Return to your source.”

The rain surged inward.

The sixteen phantom Primordial Spirits were torn away from their concealed positions, emerging as silver-white silhouettes that hovered around the White Tiger’s body. They resembled miniature versions of Bai Sha, each carrying a distinct trace of his aura, yet their forms were incomplete, sustained by the residual vitality of the bloodline phenomenon rather than independent physical bodies.

Bai Sha roared in disbelief. He attempted to pull the phantoms back into his chest, but the golden-purple thunder had already formed a web around them, while the silver-blue rain prevented their energy from flowing into his physical body. For the first time, the Demon Lord stood before an opponent who had separated his remaining lives from the mechanism that allowed him to consume them.

The White Tiger lunged toward Lin Yuan, abandoning all caution in an attempt to end the battle through direct violence. His claws tore through the air, and the pressure of his enhanced body caused the surrounding space to distort, but the rain shifted between them and redirected the force of his movement.

Lin Yuan stepped inside the attack. His right fist struck Bai Sha’s abdomen, and his left palm followed immediately, landing against the Demon Lord’s chest with the force of the Qilin Secret Realm. The combined impact drove Bai Sha backward, while the threads of Origin energy tightened around the exposed phantom Primordial Spirits.

Bai Sha tried to recover, but his body had begun losing the abnormal vitality that had sustained his repeated resurrections. The crimson scars across his chest flickered erratically, and the silver-white fur covering his body no longer regenerated with the same overwhelming speed. His remaining lives were still present, but the connection that allowed them to function as a single defensive mechanism had been disrupted.

Lin Yuan pursued him across the ruined platform. He struck the White Tiger’s shoulder, broke the rhythm of his next attack, and drove a knee into his chest before the Demon Lord could regain his balance. Bai Sha attempted to retaliate with a sweeping claw, but Lin Yuan caught the wrist, twisted his body, and hurled the enormous demon into the crater below.

The impact shook the Grand Court.

Bai Sha crashed into the broken ground, sending fragments of stone flying through the air, but Lin Yuan descended after him without giving him time to recover. The rain followed, filling the crater with silver-blue light, while the golden-purple thunder formed a cage around the sixteen phantom Primordial Spirits hovering above the White Tiger’s body.

Bai Sha rose to his feet, his breathing heavy and his golden eyes filled with murderous fury. He had not been permanently killed, but his power no longer flowed as freely as before, and the strength accumulated through his previous resurrections had begun to lose its connection to the remaining lives. His bloodline was still formidable, yet the advantage that had once made him nearly impossible to defeat was slipping away.

“You will regret this!” Bai Sha bellowed.

He threw himself toward Lin Yuan with a final surge of slaughter intent. The silver-white energy around his claws condensed into a massive blade, and his body accelerated until the air behind him collapsed into a violent shockwave. The attack was stronger than any ordinary Void Refinement technique, fueled by the power he had accumulated through three resurrections.

Lin Yuan met him directly.

The Black Tortoise Secret Realm anchored his body, preventing the collision from throwing him backward, while the Qilin Secret Realm concentrated his physical strength into his right arm. Golden-purple thunder gathered around his fist, and the Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths circulated through his Primordial Spirit, synchronizing the principles of destruction, renewal, and return.

Their attacks collided.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact shattered the remaining platform and sent a shockwave across the battlefield. Bai Sha’s slaughter blade struck Lin Yuan’s fist, but the golden-purple thunder spread through the silver-white energy, disrupting its circulation and weakening the force behind the attack. Lin Yuan’s arm trembled beneath the pressure, yet he continued pushing forward, forcing the Demon Lord’s weapon away from its intended path.

He stepped through the opening and struck Bai Sha directly in the chest. The blow landed upon the crimson scars, sending a pulse of Origin energy through the White Tiger’s body and severing the last stable connection between the phantom Primordial Spirits and his bloodline circulation.

The sixteen phantoms shuddered.

Then the rain closed around them.

Silver-blue droplets gathered into a vast sphere, enclosing the phantom Primordial Spirits within a rotating formation of golden-purple thunder. Lin Yuan’s Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths released another pulse, and the formation began circulating in the opposite direction from Bai Sha’s bloodline phenomenon.

The White Tiger’s eyes widened as he felt the change. The power he had accumulated through his previous resurrections began flowing away from his physical body, drawn into the exposed circulation that Lin Yuan had isolated. His muscles weakened, his slaughter intent flickered, and the crimson scars across his chest dimmed as the mechanism sustaining his extraordinary vitality began to unravel.

“No!” Bai Sha roared. “Those are my lives!”