Luo Hou was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter as he said while laughing:
"So it is Fellow Daoist Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."
"You are all at the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."
"You are far stronger than those Three Pure Ones!"
Qin Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked puzzled.
Had this guy failed to grasp the situation?
He was merely a remnant soul, surrounded by their thirteen brothers, yet he was still acting so arrogantly?
Luo Hou seemed to see the confusion on their faces, and his smile did not fade.
"Do you know how many living beings died on the Western Continent during the Dao-Demon conflict?"
Qin Xuan curled his lip and did not reply.
Was he starting to reminisce about the past already?
However, at that moment.
A sudden change occurred.
Deep within the earth veins, endless demonic qi, so dense it was nearly tangible, began to churn wildly.
Carrying the resentful unwillingness of countless living beings, it was all absorbed into the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus of Destruction in an instant.
The next moment.
Luo Hou's figure slowly emerged atop the black lotus.
His features were wild and slightly wicked, and he wore a long black robe. His eyes held a domineering aura that looked down upon the world.
Immediately afterward, Luo Hou's aura erupted with a thunderous boom.
Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches were all startled.
A phantom condensed from demonic qi actually possessed an aura at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, perhaps even faintly beyond it.
Luo Hou laughed wildly again.
"Though I lost the Dao-Demon conflict, I detonated the Western Earth Veins."
"Of all living beings in the west, not even one in ten survived!"
"The resentment of every creature that died was buried beneath these