Return to the Primordial Wilderness

"Dao Venerable."

Luohu suddenly turned to Xuanxiao. With a trace of grievance in his voice, he muttered, "My disciple died such a terrible death, falling in the Heavenly Dao calamity just like that."

Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly. "Why complain to me? I didn't force them to sacrifice themselves in the war against Heaven."

"Don't be so heartless." Luohu instantly turned shameless, gazing at Xuanxiao with pleading eyes. "I saw it clearly. You gained a vast amount of life essence this time. How about sharing a little with me?"

Life essence held boundless vitality and could nourish a soul so grievously wounded that it stood on the brink of extinction.

With enough of it, the Demon Lord, Dugu Baitian, and the other heroic spirits could stabilize their remaining souls and awaken early, without enduring a long wait.

Xuanxiao watched the habitually proud and domineering Luohu humble himself and plead in every way he could. He felt both helpless and understanding.

Everyone knew Luohu was aloof and ruthless, killing as he pleased. If he had not genuinely cared for the Demon Lord, his disciple, he would never have set aside his pride to beg like this.

The Ancestral Witches had already heard what life essence could do. They looked at Xuanxiao with hesitant hope, clearly wishing he would help the heroic spirits of ages past.

Xuanxiao swept his gaze over them and understood.

Without another word, he casually condensed a lustrous, translucent mass of life essence.

Though it looked small, it was extraordinarily concentrated and used up nearly a fifth of the life essence he had gained this time.

With a slight lift of his fingers, the precious life essence became countless streams of light. They drifted gently down and merged into every corner of the shattered Tomb of Gods World.