Before he knew it, he had been trapped in this region for more than a hundred thousand years. His situation was extremely complicated. What remained inside his left arm was only a split soul.
Back then, beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, his body had been hacked into pieces and gravely wounded.
In truth, no matter how many pieces he had been split into, it would not have had much impact on someone of Lu Xiaotian's cultivation. The real trouble was the situation he had faced at the time.
One problem had been the power within the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine that restrained the dragon race; the other had been the spatial turbulence that had grown violently extreme.
The collapsed spatial formation and the countless strands of Nine Nether Weak Water had made the environment treacherous and complicated to the utmost.
Lu Xiaotian's head had been wrapped tightly by the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, and its senses toward the dragon race were far too sharp. Fortunately, the spatial formation deep within the Weak Water had been torn apart by the ripples from the battle between the five Emperor-level experts. The tremendous turbulence had also ripped open a gap in the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine.
Lu Xiaotian's head had thus escaped into the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. It had undoubtedly been a narrow escape. Even this split soul of his did not know what condition his head was in. Given the circumstances at the time, he had had no better choice.
Without the head using the Heavenly Dragon Grudge Curse to hold back the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, the remaining limbs probably would not have escaped either. The Four-Sided Heavenly Emperors would have used the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine to find the remaining limbs one by one before long.
For now, this situation was not too bad for Lu Xiaotian, but it could not exactly