Yuanshi's expression kept changing, sometimes frenzied, sometimes struggling.
He was anxious beyond measure.
Back when Luo Hou's Divine Sense had been destroyed by the merit of creation.
He had originally thought the threat had been eliminated forever.
He had never expected that just as he exhausted his creation merit and set foot upon the western lands, that wisp of Luo Hou's Divine Sense would begin eroding him once more.
"Hehehe..."
A cold, sinister voice echoed through his mind.
"I told you, your struggles are useless!"
Yuanshi roared madly within his heart:
"Luo Hou, I have already become a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. I will never cultivate your Demonic Path!"
Luo Hou sneered.
"If Heavenly Dao had not chosen that old bastard back then, I would be the Dao Ancestor now!"
"Besides, do you really think that old bastard Hongjun bears you any goodwill?"
He paused before continuing.
"You were transformed from Pangu's Primal Spirit and bear the great merit of creation!"
"You should have had great fortune of your own. Why did you need to take him as your master?"
"If he truly had your interests at heart, how could he watch Qin Xuan humiliate you?"
"And how could he allow you to exhaust all your creation merit and fall to the point of being eroded by me?"
Upon hearing those words, Yuanshi's mind wavered unconsciously.
That was right!
Right outside Zixiao Palace.
Right beneath Hongjun's very eyes.
He had been brutally beaten by Qin Xuan.
All four of his limbs had been severed.
If Hongjun truly regarded him as a disciple, how could he tolerate that?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Yuanshi's mind.
At that moment, everyone present watched Yuanshi with varying expressions.
Seeing Yuanshi point his head toward Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti felt an