"I hope that, in the future, Fellow Daoist Lin Tian will look after my descendants and not let them fall into others' schemes."
Pangu looked at Lin Tian with an earnest gaze, hoping he would not refuse.
Hearing this, Lin Tian had thought it was something serious.
So that was all.
Lin Tian nodded, indicating that he would do his best.
Though the Three Purities were Saints, they had become puppets of the Heavenly Dao. After the Investiture of the Gods war, Tongtian was imprisoned in the Purple Cloud Palace. How tragic.
Take the Witch Clan, for instance. Under the schemes of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, nearly all of them had died or been wounded. In the end, only a small portion of the Witch Clan entered the Netherworld, while only one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained, forever trapped there.
"With Fellow Daoist Lin Tian here, I can rest assured. I have something that happens to suit you."
After Pangu spoke, he waved his hand, and a pool appeared.
The water in the pool shimmered, giving off faint glimmers of light and an indescribable aura.
"This is..."
Lin Tian was utterly shocked. He could sense an immense energy within it.
"This is the essence left behind by my spine. It can help Fellow Daoist Lin Tian improve his cultivation, and I offer it as repayment."
Pangu wore a smile, but his figure grew increasingly illusory.
This should be Pangu Marrow!
Lin Tian cried out in surprise. There was quite a lot of it!
This was truly good stuff!
Not only could it increase one's cultivation, but it could also strengthen a cultivator's physical body.
It had many other marvelous uses as well.
"If that is the case, then I will not stand on ceremony."
Lin Tian descended into