He had directly drained the Western Land of its spiritual energy to forge the Immortal Slaying Four Swords.
As a result, the West had never recovered.
"Demon Ancestor Luohu!"
Taishang Laozi's voice came almost directly from his throat.
He stared intently at Rahu, his wariness plain to see in his eyes.
Though his opponent might not necessarily be stronger than him now,
the impression Rahu had left in his heart was still hard to erase.
But Demon Ancestor Luohu didn't even look at him.
He simply turned around.
Then he bowed to Sanqi from afar.
"Greetings, Miss Sanqi!"
His tone was full of reverence.
Seeing Demon Ancestor Luohu act this way,
everyone was thrown into an uproar.
Was Sanqi really so highly regarded in the Heavenly Machine Tower?
Even Demon Ancestor Luohu had to greet her with such solemnity.
Sanqi smiled faintly when she saw Rahu.
Her eyes curved into crescents, making her look especially adorable.
"Uncle Little Black, there's no need for such a grand greeting!"
"Uncle Black?"
That strange form of address nearly made several Sages' jaws drop.
The dignified Demon Ancestor Luohu was being called Uncle Black?
It really was enough to make anyone's jaw drop.
The mighty beings watching from the sidelines were already starting to feel uneasy.
Some of them had lived since ancient times.
The man before them had indeed displayed terrifying strength back then.
Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun had been no match for him.
Hongjun had needed to join forces with Yin-Yang Ancestor, Great Immortal Yang Mei, and several other mighty beings to defeat him.
Now this man had appeared in the Primordial World once more.
Wouldn't he stir up another wave of bloodshed?
Countless people couldn't help but tremble with fear.
Just as everyone was on edge,
another voice suddenly rang out.