Ten Thousand Martial Realm. Lu Yang withdrew his Dharma Body and quietly descended.
He now stood at the edge of this towering mountain range, beside a mountain wall smooth as a mirror. A clear, slender crack ran across it.
Lu Yang had deliberately left it there.
After all, if he sealed it completely, then without the nourishment of the outside world's Spiritual Qi, even a Heavenly Demon would gradually weaken and eventually fade into nothing.
This fissure was the "vent."
Through the crack, extending deep into the mountain wall, he could vaguely see a mass of black shadow spreading like water, unable even to condense into human form.
It was the Primordial Heavenly Demon.
This was rather unexpected.
Lu Yang looked up at Heaven. To be honest, he had assumed that at the final moment, the Sacred Sect Old Immortal would intervene and use the Fixed Number to save him, sending him to the Celestial Court.
Yet no one had come to his aid.
The World Honored One had not acted. Neither had the Sacred Sect Old Immortal. They had simply watched as the Primordial Heavenly Demon was suppressed, as though they had long since cut ties with him.
Abandoned?
No, not entirely. Part of the reason is probably that the timing was wrong.
Realization dawned on Lu Yang. The World Honored One entered the fray to seize Tribulation—would the other Dao Lords really have no objections? The Dao Court has already been wiped out completely.
*If the World Honored One sent the Primordial Heavenly Demon to the Celestial Court to aid in eradicating the Dharma Body Path, at most he would need to reach an agreement with the Sacred Sect Ancestor. But the Sword Pavilion Dao Lord and Dao Court Lord might not necessarily accept it. This is the