The True and False Immortal Saints

His vision went black, and Lu Shaolin entered the formation.

He stood amid boundless black mist. Lightning around his body ceaselessly purified any mist that drew near.

Lu Shaolin sent out his Soul Power, instantly covering the entire fragment of the Demon Realm. Golden lightning flashed in his eyes as he activated Thunder God's Eye.

Through his Soul Power, Lu Shaolin immediately found the Demonic Corpse in a vast pit at the fragment's center.

The pit spanned several thousand meters, and inside it lay a corpse clad in menacing black armor.

The Demonic Corpse was a thousand meters long. Armor covered it from head to toe, concealing even its face.

Lu Shaolin moved, activated Shrinking Space to an Inch, and took a step!

"Uh..."

Lu Shaolin froze. He had taken one step—and moved exactly one step.

After a moment's thought, he understood. The formation must have sealed spatial power to keep the Demonic Corpse from escaping the moment it awoke.

Lu Shaolin soared into the air and flew toward the Demonic Corpse at top speed.

In the blink of an eye, he reached its side.

As he looked toward its head, Lu Shaolin stopped short. A black-clad figure sat cross-legged beside it.

It was Demon Heaven!

Whatever means Demon Heaven had used, he had slipped into the formation without Baxia sensing him—and had evaded Lu Shaolin's Soul Power too!

Without Thunder God's Eye, Lu Shaolin might never have spotted him!

Demon Heaven sensed someone approaching and snapped his eyes open. Their gazes met.

"Lu Shaolin!"

Demon Heaven looked astonished.

"So you're the one causing trouble here, Demon Heaven, you brat!"

Lu Shaolin grinned, baring cold white teeth.

Demon Heaven frowned. A voice sounded in his mind: "Demon Heaven! Why did you stop halfway? Mu Lingyun's remnant soul can't hold out