"Lord of the Tenth Epoch, aren't you the clearest about this?"

That old fellow had hidden himself deeply in Tanggu Valley back then, yet he knew quite a lot.

Regarding the three thousand epochs, the Immortal Seed, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon, Lu Ya definitely still had information he had not divulged.

Moreover, since the Primordial Heavenly Demon had already begun drawing Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox to his side, he would not spare Lu Ya.

Someone ought to keep watch over this little show.

Tanggu Valley lay deep within the East Sea.

Far from the Primordial Wilderness Continent, it was rarely visited by living beings. A pale golden mist shrouded the sea all year round, carrying lingering traces of Solar True Fire. Ordinary immortals who came within a hundred li would have their immortal power thrown into disorder by the flames.

After the Witch-Demon War, the Ten Golden Crows had fallen here.

Countless years had passed, and Tanggu Valley had regained its surface calm. Yet beneath the sea still lay the bones of the Demon Race's crown princes, along with the source of Solar True Fire.

It should have been a land of death.

Yet in the deepest part of Tanggu Valley stood a Fusang Divine Tree.

The divine tree soared beyond sight, Golden Crow Divine Flame flowing through its branches and leaves. Beneath it sat a daoist in azure robes.

The daoist had an ordinary face, and his aura was concealed so deeply that, unless one sensed him carefully, no one would connect him to one of the great experts of the previous epoch.

This daoist was Lu Ya.

He did not rise, but his fingers had already pressed against his knee. The instant that gray aura entered Tanggu Valley, he felt a stabbing pain from the epochal brand.

It was not suppression from the Primordial Heavenly Dao.