The moment Lu Qing heard the voice, a matching figure surfaced in the memories of his Sea of Consciousness.
This suit of armor shone silver all over, a silver-light armor indeed, yet it carried none of frost and snow's chill. Instead, an aura of a blood sea rising and falling, boundlessly tyrannical, coiled around it.
This was no ornamental silver armor made merely to look good. It was Killing Armor, steeped in the slaughter of countless living beings upon battlefields.
Seeing Lu Qing look over, the silver armor spoke in a spiritual voice. "Lu Qing of Profound Heaven, I was once the Cold Immortal General's Dharma treasure for attaining the Dao. I have waited here for countless years. Today, you are the one fated for me..."
A thought passed through Lu Qing's mind.
A memory flashed by, and the answer was ready to leap out.
A title such as General naturally belonged to the battlefield of that great calamity in the Primordial Era.
To fight the Ancient Demon Sect and other unknown, perilous foes, one spatial battlefield after another had been opened.
Countless cultivators who had once been pure-hearted and free of worldly desires had also thrown themselves into those battlefields. It had been the first time cultivators took part in Dharma battles on such a scale.
The Cold Immortal General—one who bore the title of Immortal—was undoubtedly an Immortal, and a mighty Immortal who had slaughtered his way across battlefields.
"Don't listen to it. You are a cultivator of this age. I see that the spiritual aura around you is pure and tranquil; clearly, you are incompatible with it..."
"I'm telling you, choose me..."
"Hey! Disciple of Profound Heaven Sect, look at me! I can fan the wind and beat back flames. Normally, you can even use me to