At the bottom of Spirit Mountain, Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes.
"...Luohu..."
Zhou Ming's expression did not change in the slightest, as if what he had heard was only the most ordinary of names.
So that was how it was.
Though it was only a single name, it was already enough.
The last trace of doubt in his heart also scattered like smoke and vanished like clouds.
So that was how it was.
The greatest trump card the Heavenly Dao had in the Demon Realm was actually that Devil Ancestor Luohu, who should have perished long ago.
No wonder the Heavenly Dao had stayed silent before, letting the Witch Clan sever karma, letting him Attain Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal, without the slightest reaction.
So it was not that It had made no move, but that in the dark, It had propped up Its former greatest enemy.
A terrifying existence the Primordial Wilderness had forgotten for countless Kalpas.
"Fine methods."
Zhou Ming murmured to himself, his voice betraying neither admiration nor mockery.
It had connected the seal to The West's ley lines, making him wary of striking the rat for fear of smashing the vase, not daring to force it open.
And It had let Luohu sit in command within, building up power.
During this time, to what terrifying realm would he recover?
And what benefits would the Heavenly Dao give him in exchange for his cooperation?
Zhou Ming withdrew his gaze from the seal and turned around.
"Heavenly Dao... who the deer falls to, who wins the world, remains unknown."
His voice was not loud, yet it was exceptionally clear in this dim space.
"And the more you do this, the greater my odds of victory become instead."
As his words fell, Zhou Ming no longer lingered. As