The Green Fruit Barrier had once been far too crowded, but now it had opened up considerably, enough to accommodate them—and even more human, dragon, and Demon Race experts.
"Hey, little friend Lu." The Black Dragon's figure appeared in the void and greeted Lu Xiaotian.
"Is something the matter, senior?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Nothing on my end. It's that fellow, the Primordial Sword Demon. He has something to ask of you, but he's worried you'll refuse, so he dragged me along to plead his case." The Black Dragon's dragon pearl gave a low chuckle.
"Oh? What could Senior Primordial not tell me directly?" Lu Xiaotian asked. Compared with the Black Dragon's dragon pearl, his ties with Ying Langtian and the wisp of Yu Xia's Primordial Spirit—or with the Primordial Sword Demon—were nowhere near as close.
Still, the Primordial Sword Demon occasionally offered him pointers over the years. Their cultivation methods were different, but the other man was, after all, a Golden Immortal. Lu Xiaotian had no idea how powerful he truly was, only that the Primordial Sword Demon had crossed worlds to reach the Spirit Realm and even extended his reach into the lower Crimson Abyss Continent. Such methods were clearly beyond the reach of an ordinary Golden Immortal.
Even the occasional guidance from the Primordial Sword Demon's perspective had greatly benefited Lu Xiaotian.
"Thanks to you, little friend Lu, all I have left is my Primordial Spirit, which now resides in your little world. I'll have to trouble you to help me arrange a body," the Primordial Sword Demon said. "During the last tribulation of heaven and earth, I used a few clever tricks to make it down to the lower realm. This time, the tribulation will likely be even more fierce. Unlike this fellow Black Dragon, I can't