At the same time, the Primordial Sword Demon had sensed it too.
"What a powerful surge of divine sense. Old Devil Primordial, let's go take a look. That wisp of the Skywolf Venerable's spiritual split must be up to some mischief," Black Dragon said.
"Let's go see." The Primordial Sword Demon nodded. It was easy to imagine that the Skywolf Venerable's spiritual split would never accept being confined here. Their situations were different, after all. Even in his current Primordial Spirit state, the Primordial Sword Demon had managed to cultivate a soul-origin sword body, which to some extent took the place of his physical body. Though he could not yet recover his body, that no longer affected his ability to wield strength on the Golden Immortal level. It was much like Black Dragon's dragon pearl—another path to the same destination.
By comparison, the Skywolf Venerable's spiritual split was still far too weak here to cultivate that divine ability. Naturally, it would never resign itself to being trapped here forever. It had begun to stir while Lu Xiaotian was throwing everything into his attempt to break through to the Celestial Immortal level as a dragon.
The Skywolf Venerable's spiritual split had made this choice only because it was trapped here with no hope of escape. The Primordial Sword Demon was different; he still had plenty of hope.
The Primordial Sword Demon and Black Dragon raced toward the source of the divine-sense fluctuations. Soon, they also sensed Chi Xie's increasingly faint spiritual split.
"What are those two old monsters up to now?" Black Dragon was seething. Unlike the Primordial Sword Demon, who had other things on his mind, Black Dragon had pinned all his hopes on Lu Xiaotian—on the hope that he would carve out enough room for the dragon race to