Luohu took a deep breath, sensing the feeble power within him.
Though this drop of essence blood had resurrected him, the strength it could restore was limited.
His cultivation was now extremely low. Here in the depths of Chaos, any Chaos Beast he happened upon might devour him.
"I must recover my strength as soon as possible."
Luohu muttered to himself.
"To recover my strength quickly, I need to devour worlds and seek out opportunities.
Deep in Chaos, there are still a few cultivation grounds I casually left behind all those years ago. The treasures I collected should be there.
As long as I find those treasures, I can recover some of my strength.
I hope those cultivation grounds weren't affected when that bastard Pangu split open the heavens.
Otherwise, who knows how many eons I'll have to spend accumulating power before I can strike back at the Primordial Wilderness again."
Luohu flew deeper into Chaos, moving slowly, nowhere near his speed at his peak.
But he had no other choice. He could only proceed one step at a time.
After flying for an unknown length of time, he spotted a Great Thousand World ahead.
That world was small, not even a hundred-millionth the size of the Great Desolation World.
Yet it held countless living beings and abundant world power.
A glint of greed flashed through Luohu's eyes. Though the Demonic Path Thousand Fathoms was no longer in his hands, he was still the Demon Ancestor. He still possessed the means to refine and devour worlds.
"It's a little small, but something is better than nothing."
Muttering to himself, Luohu waved his hand. A stream of black demonic energy surged from his palm, forming a vast black net that enveloped the Great Thousand World.
The world's Heavenly Dao Origin struggled