After using the four fused-soul beasts, Lu Xiaotian transformed into this puddle of mud. From the place where he had fought Zen Master Mingyi, he twisted and rolled his way toward the shore of Blue Mirror Lake. For more than thirty years, aside from conversing with that old monster Huoyun, Lu Xiaotian had spent all his time on this long journey. Of course, most of the time, he was also searching for places that were relatively safe and seldom frequented by lake demons.
After all, Lu Xiaotian was now a puddle of mud swimming along the lakebed. Although he had no value to speak of in the eyes of other demons and would not attract ordinary demons to attack him, his speed was ultimately too slow, and his defenses were extremely weak. Once he was caught up in a battle between other demons, he would still be in immense danger. Just as when he had been accidentally struck by Zen Master Mingyi's palm, while Lu Xiaotian was slowly drifting along the bottom of Blue Mirror Lake, he encountered a battle to the death between a Divine Ruin Realm scarlet shrimp demon and a green clam demon. Although Lu Xiaotian had detected the two battling demons from far away and evaded them in advance,
the places where the two demons moved while fighting were inherently unpredictable. Lu Xiaotian could only watch helplessly as the two demons descended right over his head. In his current state, he naturally could not withstand the torment of two demons. Caught in the collateral damage of two Divine Ruin Realm demons clashing, he suffered even heavier injuries than he had from Zen Master Mingyi's accidental palm strike.
As the saying went, blessings never came in pairs, while disasters never came alone. After finally piecing the scattered