"Sanqing, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Taichu, Old Thief Hongjun!" Luohu muttered, his voice hoarse and weak.
"This Seat will definitely return. Definitely!"
His consciousness had begun to blur, and the origin power within him was nearly exhausted.
If not for the obsession sustaining him, he would have long since fallen amid the chaos storms.
"Once This Seat regains its strength, Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches will surely pay the price."
He trudged forward with difficulty, step by step, like a walking corpse.
Just then, an illusory figure appeared before him.
That figure was concealed within the waters of the Time Long River, time power circulating around him as he merged with the entire Time Long River.
His form flickered in and out of sight, as though suspended between existence and nothingness.
"Shichen... you old ghost Shichen!?" Luohu's pupils contracted sharply, and his face changed drastically.
Shichen Ancestor looked at him indifferently, without the slightest ripple of emotion in his eyes.
"Luohu, I must thank you for bringing This Seat's Time Long River, sundial, and Shichen Realm back to the Great Desolation.
"Now that your value has been fully spent, This Seat's plans naturally have no further use for you.
"But rest assured. Since you worked so hard to bring the Time Long River, the sundial, and the Shichen Realm back to the Great Desolation for This Seat, This Seat will not make a move against you.
"You, Luohu, are not worthy of This Seat making a move against you."
Luohu's face turned deathly pale. He wanted to say something, only to discover that he could not utter a word at all.
With a beckoning gesture from Shichen Ancestor, the Shichen Sundial and the Time Long River above Luohu's head flew up at once and landed in Shichen Ancestor's hands.