Outside the Demon Realm.
A figure took shape. It was the Demon Ancestor, whom Saint Taiqing had blasted to pieces with a magic treasure moments earlier.
Now,
the figure rapidly re-formed without a single wound on his body. Every Saint present was stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief!
He hadn't died?
Not only had Demon Ancestor Luohu survived, but he didn't have so much as a scratch?
Saint Taiqing was the foremost of the Mystic Gate's Saints!
He controlled many mysterious, immensely lethal Innate Spiritual Treasures unknown to outsiders. His cultivation was also the deepest and most unfathomable. Revered as the Mystic Gate's leader, he possessed vast Divine Abilities and boundless power.
Ask who was strongest among the Three Pure Ones, and most people would instinctively name Saint Taiqing.
Yet now,
this inexplicably manifested consciousness of Demon Ancestor Luohu was already remarkable for possessing the power of a Hunyuan Saint.
But when Saint Taiqing struck to kill him,
he emerged unhurt?
The smile froze on Saint Taiqing's face as the Demon Shadow re-formed. Incredulity flashed through his eyes!
He might not have unleashed his full strength just now, but he had not held back either!
The other party was the ancestor of the Devil Dao. To Saints like them, who cultivated, revered, and carried forward the Immortal Dao, he was a natural mortal enemy—one they wanted to erase on sight!
Now that he had a pretext,
Saint Taiqing had struck without hesitation, even if it meant catching Luohu off guard.
It would have been unsurprising if Luohu had been gravely wounded, or even shown some trace of injury. But Saint Taiqing could see no wound on him at all.
What was going on?
"So this is Saint Taiqing, leader of the Mystic Gate. Are you that eager to erase me?"