Lu Ping'an rose solemnly and clasped his two front paws together.
"Rest assured, Master. Your disciple understands what's at stake. Unless I die and my soul is destroyed, I won't let a single living being set foot inside the cave abode!"
Lu Changsheng nodded. With a flicker, he went straight into the chamber at the deepest part of the cave abode.
Layer upon layer of restrictions sprang into place.
Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged in midair, the Merit Golden Wheel behind his head shining brilliantly.
He slowly closed his eyes. His mind sank deep into his primordial spirit, where he made contact with the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, which radiated streams of chaotic energy.
"Boom!"
His comprehension began in earnest.
The river of time flowed quietly through the Nameless Low Mountain.
Outside, the world of the Primordial Land was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
Thousands of years later, the mighty beings who had gone to the Purple Heaven Palace to hear the Dao returned one after another, bringing with them the supreme teachings imparted by Sage Hongjun.
The mighty beings of the demon race began to emerge, gathering the remnants of the myriad races. The Twelve Ancestral Witches, born from Pangu Bloodline, also grew stronger beneath Mount Buzhou.
A new age of great strife was taking shape.
And in this remote corner, forgotten by everyone,
ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day,
Lu Changsheng, in the secret chamber, no longer radiated even the slightest ripple of magical power.
He seemed to have completely merged with the surrounding void. His physical body sat cross-legged right there,
yet anyone who swept the area with their divine sense would find nothing at all—not even the karma of a single speck of dust could cling to him.
"Phew..."