Old Ancestor Hongjun had a weakness too: the achievements of civilization in this cosmic era.
The Mystic Gate had worked hard to establish its thriving foundations. If Luohu destroyed them, he would have to wait for heaven and earth to evolve and develop civilization anew.
For Old Ancestor Hongjun, that would be an enormous loss.
Who would abandon an established legacy to start again from nothing?
As for his disciples and their descendants, Old Ancestor Hongjun did not really care that much. With his cultivation, he could already ensure that all those who had proved their Dao to Grand Unity were sent into the next cosmic era.
By threatening Old Ancestor Hongjun with his disciples and their descendants, Luohu had missed the mark entirely.
Still, Old Ancestor Hongjun would not explain that to Luohu. Though they were both enemies and friends, they were nowhere near being confidants.
Once Old Ancestor Hongjun sat down, the hostility emanating from Luohu vanished instantly. With a wave of his hand, he poured Old Ancestor Hongjun a cup of wine.
"I never imagined that after the Dao-Demon War, you and I would still be able to sit together. Back then, we joined forces to slay Shen Ni and destroy the outer realm heavenly demons. We could certainly be called comrades who fought shoulder to shoulder."
Luohu suddenly grew melancholy.
He was actually delighted to see Old Ancestor Hongjun, even if Old Ancestor Hongjun had come as an enemy.
He had not seen an old acquaintance for an entire aeonic tribulation. He and Old Ancestor Hongjun had killed them all. Across the whole Demon Realm, he could not find the slightest trace of his former existence.
Old Ancestor Hongjun accepted the cup and drained it in one swallow.
Hearing Luohu's words, he felt the chill of