Teleporting the entire continent back and sinking it into the Desolate Sea had exhausted the several Heavenly Emperors considerably, and they each returned to recuperate at once.
Lu Xiaotian thus gained a precious chance to catch his breath, though his condition was far from good.
The Dragon-Slaying Guillotine was indeed astonishingly powerful. With its help, Lu Xiaotian had, for the time being, found a place to take shelter. He no longer had to worry about the four Heavenly Emperors breaking in and reducing him to ashes in body and spirit.
The Dragon-Slaying Guillotine was a natural shield protecting him, but it was also a cage.
During the great battle in the formation space, Lu Xiaotian's physical body had been chopped into pieces, with his four limbs disappearing into separate spatial rifts. Under normal circumstances, those remnants would not have escaped the Heavenly Emperors' search.
When Lu Xiaotian's head had accidentally entered the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, he had interfered with it from within. Under these circumstances, it was no longer so easy for the four Heavenly Emperors to use the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine to search for Lu Xiaotian's limbs.
Without a top-grade treasure specifically meant to sense dragonkind, and in a place where space was violently turbulent, the restrictions on the four Heavenly Emperors were simply too great. Matters were fraught with difficulty.
Though unwilling to accept it, they could only face reality.
In fact, Lu Xiaotian was now facing an extremely thorny problem as well. Or rather, he was completely trapped inside the guillotine, whose grinding slaughter of him continued day and night.
He had been trapped inside for more than ten thousand years, and the struggle between them had lasted just as long.
Lu Xiaotian had relied on the spatial rifts within to hold out against it until now.
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