Ashes and dust filled the air, and the scale of the blood-red river before him had shrunk considerably once again.
Houtu, how much longer until He obliterates this region of the blood river?
Li Qingyun asked solemnly, communicating through divine sense with Houtu, who remained hidden within the black earth.
Reporting to Master, in recent years He has become increasingly frantic, eroding my residual shell. At this rate, erasing and assimilating this bit of residual blood will likely take only another ten to twenty years!
As for the boundless Black Mountain—that is, my broken intestines—if He ignores the depletion of His own Dao practice and continues this mad erosion, it will likely take only a little over five hundred years! And that is still the result of your disciple trying her utmost to stop Him...
Houtu's reply was extremely solemn, also revealing a deep, lingering resentment.
So fast? Li Qingyun was also slightly startled.
He had not expected that Wei Zu Tian, disregarding the depletion of Himself, would completely assimilate the true aspect in just a little over five hundred years.
By then, this fiend would certainly be able to step into a complete and flawless Haotian Realm.
His Dao practice would rise once more, reaching an even more terrifying realm.
After all, the previous generation of Haotian, Ancestor Binding Tian, was an existence capable of fighting twenty or thirty Great Thousand Heaven Masters single-handedly, tyrannical to an unimaginable degree. Had she not been struck by that terrifying, mysterious finger imprint and suffered the backstabbing of that traitorous Ghost Ancestor, she probably would not have fallen even while besieged by the Yellow Tower Heaven Master and the others.
Once Wei Zu Tian completely absorbed Ancestor Binding's "inheritance," even if His own ghostly Dao path was somewhat weak, it would not