Li Hao could sense how terrifying the old man was. With a lift of his hand, he had erased the Ancient Demon's primordial spirit as though crushing a bug, without causing the slightest disturbance, utterly at ease.
Yet the man bore him no ill will, or he could have erased him as well.
After a moment's thought, he slowly descended.
By now, the restraints imposed by the Immortal Dao Laws in Double-Seam Demon Valley had long since vanished. Li Hao felt that Heaven and Earth here were extraordinarily dense, just like on the battlefield along the Ancient Road.
This seemed to be a patch of soil from the True Realm.
On the meditation cushions in the distance, a dozen or so Sages noticed the newcomer. Many turned to look, and when they realized that Li Hao had only his primordial spirit left, with the tribulation power aura of merely a Second Tribulation Saint, they could not help smiling.
"Another newcomer. Looks like he's had a rough time."
"Chased by that demon until only his primordial spirit remained, then fled here. He must have been desperate."
"But now he's stumbled into good fortune."
"I wonder what year it is outside now?"
Amid the Sages' laughing conversation, Li Hao landed before the old man outside the Thatched Cottage. He cupped his hands slightly. "Thank you for your help, senior!"
The old man slowly examined Li Hao, a gentle smile on his face. As he looked, that smile grew broader. "Remarkable, remarkable. You've already cultivated a divine bone. Even without my help, that thing might not have been able to kill you."
Li Hao's heart tightened slightly. Under the suppression of Double-Seam Demon Valley's laws, his divine bone had withdrawn its power, leaving his primordial spirit looking extremely insubstantial, as though it might