Yang Mei narrowed his eyes. His pair of willow-leaf brows trembled faintly as azure mist drifted from their tips, silently spreading through the void.
He said slowly, "Shichen never lost his Chaos Demon God body."
"At that time, Shichen's true Chaos Demon God form was actually still completely intact?" Luohu's pupils contracted, his voice filled with disbelief.
Yang Mei nodded, his tone as deep as an ancient well. "Precisely."
"Impossible!" Luohu flatly denied it. "When I fought him back then, he was merely a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin. His body had been condensed from the clear qi of heaven and earth—where could a Chaos Demon God body have come from? If that true body had still existed, he would have crushed me with a single palm in that battle. Why would he have endured the Four Swords of Zhu Xian head-on and suffered the agony of myriad tribulations upon himself?"
Yang Mei slowly shook his head. "Even this humble daoist cannot fully explain the matter. But one point is certain: Shichen's Chaos Demon God body was never destroyed. He merely sealed it away himself. At the time of Pangu's Creation, for reasons unknown, he suffered grave injuries. Though his wounds were lighter than mine, they were still enough to force him into hiding. Throughout these endless years, his true body must have been concealed somewhere in Chaos, quietly recuperating. As for that battle with you, fellow daoist, this humble daoist surmises that it was no more than an incarnation he used to walk the Primordial World."
Luohu's brows drew tightly together. Only after a long while did he murmur, "If that is so, Shichen's scheming runs terrifyingly deep."
"Indeed."
Yang Mei nodded in response. "The depth of his stratagems is far beyond what ordinary people can fathom. The