The information sent back by the Lotus Avatar was limited. It had probably run into some other trouble. But Lu Xiaotian had now advanced to the Mahayana Realm. If the Lotus Avatar had truly died, he would sense it somehow, no matter how far apart they were.
And with the Lotus Avatar's strength, killing it would be no easy feat. It might have been trapped somewhere, or perhaps it had come across something else that interested it. Once he found the Lotus Avatar, everything would become clear. After reuniting with it, he would bring Xiang Qingcheng along to the Buddhist Sect and see how the Danzhu Buddhist Sect responded.
As the severed arm controlled by Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirit searched for the Lotus Avatar, it left clues along the way. Meanwhile, both the Buddhist Sect's upper echelons and the Demon Race coalition were deeply shaken.
Ever since Pengniu Sage Lord had been beaten black and blue by one of Lu Xiaotian's arms, he had made no move to get even. Instead, he left the Demon Domain and went to meet the two great Demon Race experts from Xihe Province.
There stood a cluster of round, ancient towers, resplendent in gold and jade carvings. Sculpted birds perched on their spires, poised to take flight, while their walls were covered in beasts of every shape and color, steeped in the aura of the Demon Race.
"Damn it, whoever wants to go to the Chaotic Demon Realm can go. This old bull isn't going back," Pengniu Sage Lord grumbled as he flew into the luxurious castle.
"What is it, Brother Pengniu? You didn't lead the charge in the Chaotic Demon Realm, yet you've already returned to Xihe Province. What's the reason?" An aged voice rang out from within the castle.
Pengniu Sage