Dead, but not quite gone!
But he really was dead!
Hongjun's expression grew much more composed. Though he still found the situation troublesome, at least this wasn't that old rival of his.
That meant Luohu hadn't yet reached the point where he could conceal himself from Hongjun.
Even the Great Dao Laws had become the shell of this new Demon Ancestor. That made it all the more certain that his old rival had perished.
That actually brought a measure of comfort to Hongjun, who had been seething with rage.
The change in Hongjun's expression was unmistakable, and all the Gods present were shaken.
The other party wasn't Demon Ancestor Luohu?
But even the Great Dao Laws were exactly the same. How could he not be Luohu?
As the Gods looked on, and Hongjun watched,
the Heavenly Demon Ancestor finally coalesced on the high platform. He stirred, came to, and opened his eyes.
He looked at Hongjun, smiled, and made a delicate gesture with his fingers.
"Oh? If I'm not Luohu, then who am I?"
"Old friend, back then you cut me down on your path to enlightenment and seized the Dao fruit I'd schemed for over so many years! The chance to Integrate with Dao!"
"Now that we meet again, you don't recognize me?"
"Are you afraid I'll shake the hearts of the Primordial Wilderness's Gods, and that they'll secretly pledge themselves to me?"
"Ah, that must be it. You're afraid!"
"Now I, too, have Integrated with the Dao of Heaven. You can no longer kill me. I, too, am a Dao Ancestor, and the Devil Dao is bound to flourish!"
"You're afraid I'll ruin your plans!"
The Demon Ancestor spoke lazily, with an air of leisure. He even turned his gaze toward the more than two thousand guests below