After ascending to the Demon Realm, Golden Eagle's hatred for Lu Xiaotian had faded considerably. After all, even if Lu Xiaotian had gone somewhere, it would have been the Immortal Realm, while he had come to the Demon Realm. The two were separated by an unknown distance, impossible to calculate by simple measures. Only the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, which had been sealed off for at least tens of thousands of years, connected them. As for the temporary spatial passages that appeared from time to time, entering such unstable passages without reaching a certain level of cultivation was no different from seeking death.
Since entering the Demon Realm, Golden Eagle's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. He felt that his cultivation had already slowed considerably, and he had been confident that even Lu Xiaotian might not be progressing faster than him in the Immortal Realm. Even so, Golden Eagle did not feel he had the qualifications to brave a turbulent spatial passage.
Though Golden Eagle had imagined meeting Lu Xiaotian in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, he had never thought the other man could enter the Demon Realm—much less under circumstances like these.
Golden Eagle had originally felt capable of facing Lu Xiaotian, but when he saw Lu Xiaotian's faint shadow in the void, he still could not stop himself from shivering deep inside. Only then did Golden Eagle realize that the awe-inspiring pressure Lu Xiaotian had exerted over him for so long had not truly vanished. It had merely hidden itself in the depths of his heart in another, subtler form. He might not notice it normally, but the moment he saw Lu Xiaotian again—even if it was only a phantom—the fear etched into his very bones erupted once more of its own accord.
"L-Lu, Big Brother Lu, is that you?" The