A strand of Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit darted left and right amidst the churning chaos of heaven and earth, unsure how it had managed to survive such destructive force. The floating islands were gone, and so were the bountiful spirit herbs and spirit woods. There remained only a boundless expanse of chaotic gray. Endless gray. Other than that, nothing else existed. When the collapsing subsided at last, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit searched around stubbornly for a while.
After ultimately coming up empty-handed, he had to put an end to this meaningless endeavor.
To think even the Green Fruit Barrier is gone. After his Primordial Spirit withdrew from that hazy, mist-shrouded space, Lu Xiaotian could not help feeling somewhat discouraged. Over these hundreds of years, apart from his own fortuitous encounters and hard work, the role the Green Fruit Barrier played in allowing him to advance to his current state was irreplaceable. Suddenly losing this massive pillar of support now left Lu Xiaotian feeling rather empty inside.
Forget it. It was originally obtained by chance anyway, and I've already enjoyed the shelter and blessings of this Green Fruit Barrier for hundreds of years. Compared to others, I can be considered fortunate. After a long while, Lu Xiaotian could only comfort himself this way. At any rate, he had now successfully advanced to the Spirit Transformation Realm. The Misty Flying Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Tower had simultaneously evolved into Dharma treasures.
With a flick of his divine will, the Nascent Soul that had already merged into his body once more poked out from the crown of his head, holding aloft the Demon-Suppressing Tower as it traveled freely across the four directions. With a whoosh, it was already a dozen or so miles away. Lu Xiaotian could not help being extremely astonished; the