The burly man stood nearly two meters tall, rugged in appearance and exuding a primitive aura. Yet within that savage aura was a sense of comfort and gentleness, creating an extremely contradictory impression.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists. Fu Xi offers his respects!"
The burly man bowed slightly.
"Fu Xi?!"
Wang Xian nearly jumped up.
Fu Xi?
Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi?
The Feng Family's ancestor, Xi Huang?
But why was Fu Xi an Immortal Grade Boss?
"Fellow Daoist, do you know me?"
"Did I frighten you two, fellow Daoists? Would you like to visit my tribe?"
The tribe had very few people, and its houses were quite luxurious. Yet every person wore happy, cheerful smiles. When they saw Blue Star, they greeted him one after another, while also casting curious looks at Fu Xi and Wang Xian.
"What a pity!"
However, Nuwa was currently in seclusion. Naturally, it was because she was merging with another Nuwa—the Nuwa who had entered the dungeon alongside Fu Xi.
Even if he was not Immortal Grade, he should at least have been high Emperor Grade, right?
In a time when unexpected events could occur at any moment, entering a weakened state was clearly not a wise choice.
Fu Xi asked with a smile.
For example, West Kunlun had a Queen Mother of the West Palace, yet the Queen Mother of the West was merely a Mythical Grade Boss.
Just now, he and Di Yao had torn through space and fled hundreds of thousands of miles away, but Blue Star had appeared before them in the very next instant. It perfectly demonstrated the terror of an Immortal Realm powerhouse.
Of course, if he wanted to, he could forcibly keep those alien "players" around level ten thousand. But doing so would leave him weakened for about three days.