Collecting the Bone
Lu Xiaotian's heart was as hard as iron. He had already undergone this kind of trial once in the Withered Mulberry Forest, and this was merely an old tune played again. No matter how strange and formidable the consciousness attack emanating from Ying Gou's bone was, it still could not do anything to Lu Xiaotian.
Although Lu Xiaotian had never experienced the true Immortal-Demon Battlefield, he had walked all the way from being a Qi Refining cultivator to his current level, passing through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Though none had been on the vast scale of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, casualties numbering tens or even hundreds of thousands, or more, had been commonplace.
The devastated, desolate, and deathly silent scene after a great battle remained vivid in Lu Xiaotian's memory. At this moment, the prosperity and grandeur of the humans, demons, devils, and other races, the brutality of the war, and the desolation after the war flashed past one another before Lu Xiaotian's eyes like fleeting reflections on water.
Yet no matter how fierce and bizarre these consciousness attacks were, with the corpse aura entering his body unable to threaten him, Lu Xiaotian had already gained quite a few more advantages.
However, it was still no easy task to subdue the corpse aura transformed from Ying Gou's bone. Lu Xiaotian was waiting for an opportunity—waiting for a strand of immortal essence left behind by Honghao Heavenly Emperor to restrain the corpse aura transformed from Ying Gou's bone. Then he would reap the spoils as the third party.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian's consciousness guided the totemic power and Ying Gou's corpse aura in a frenzied chase back and forth through the depths of the enormous mountain range. Suddenly, he felt a handprint reaching toward