Mingyuan was puzzled. Why had Lu Xiaotian attached his own arm to Mingyuan's body? He had no idea what Lu Xiaotian was up to. Since Lu Xiaotian hadn't said anything, Mingyuan naturally hadn't dared ask.
It wasn't until they had left the territory of the Buddhist Sect's main temple that Mingyuan suddenly felt a pain where the arm was attached. Lu Xiaotian's arm had fallen off on its own.
"What's this?" Mingyuan wondered, bewildered. Lu Xiaotian hadn't told him this might happen.
"Don't hesitate. Just go back and cultivate in seclusion." The arm, floating in the air, suddenly spoke.
Mingyuan jumped in fright and hurriedly bowed to it. "S-Senior, you've come out?"
"That Five-Absolute Monk Subduing Tiger Formation is quite formidable. I haven't come out yet; I just used a few tricks to get around it." Lu Xiaotian's voice came again from the arm suspended in midair.
"Don't overthink it. Go straight back to your place of cultivation. Those two old monks, Kong'e and Kongming, won't see through my methods."
Lu Xiaotian spoke once more. Mingyuan then watched the severed arm turn into a streak of light and vanish into the horizon.
"So this is what a Mahayana Realm cultivator can do?" Mingyuan stared blankly into the distant sky, his heart filled with longing. Even the occasional trace of aura that leaked from that severed arm was enough to make him tremble with fear. Such miraculous mastery was beyond anything Mingyuan, a cultivator of the Integrated Body Realm, could imagine.
At last free, the arm controlled by the secondary Primordial Spirit traveled unhindered between heaven and earth. The world seemed boundless.
"Shame I can't share this exhilarating feeling with my true self." The secondary Primordial Spirit within the arm sighed to itself. Far away, Lu Xiaotian's true self in the