That sinister, eerie laughter echoed deep within the earth, as if it could worm its way into a person's very bones.
Why did that voice sound so familiar?
The color drained from Zunti and Jieyin's faces. They froze in place as if immobilized by a spell.
Memories from countless years ago suddenly resurfaced.
The Pangu Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Taiyi, Minghe, Hong Yun, Zhenyuanzi...
The mighty cultivators of today had been no more than ordinary Honghuang beings, watching the battle from the sidelines back then.
Even the shockwaves from the battlefield could instantly obliterate a Da Luo Golden Immortal—all because of the master of that voice.
Demon Ancestor Luo Hou!
During the Dao-Devil War, they had also been only Da Luo Golden Immortals, and had witnessed Luo Hou's fearsome might with their own eyes.
Under the God-Slaying Spear, mighty beings of the three Honghuang clans—the dragons, phoenixes, and Qilin—had fallen like rain.
If Dao Ancestor Hongjun hadn't protected them, Jieyin and Zunti themselves would have been caught up in that great battle.
And yet, despite all their calculations, they had never imagined this.
A remnant of Luo Hou's will was still beneath Mount Sumeru!
Xuanqing's heart skipped a beat, too.
He hadn't personally experienced that battle, but as a transmigrator, he knew better than anyone what the name Luo Hou meant.
That was the ruthless fiend who had dared to challenge Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
This is bad. I've really messed up! Xuanqing wailed inwardly.
He had only come to sneakily skim some merit. How had he managed to rouse this Demon Ancestor of Honghuang?
Worse still, he felt the purifying Xuan Qi inside him being pulled wildly by an irresistible force. Through that invisible connection, it streamed nonstop toward the demonic statue.
His Xuan Qi had become the