That old fellow had hidden himself well in Tanggu Valley, but he knew plenty.
About the three thousand eras, the Immortal Seed, the Primordial Heavenly Demon—Lu Ya was surely still holding back information.
And since the Primordial Heavenly Demon had already begun drawing in Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox, he would not leave Lu Ya alone.
Someone needed to keep an eye on this.
Tanggu Valley lay deep in the East Sea.
Far from the Primordial Continent, it rarely saw visitors. Pale golden mist shrouded the sea year-round, carrying traces of Solar True Fire. Any ordinary immortal who came within a hundred miles would find their powers thrown into chaos by the heat.
After the Wu-Demon War, the ten great Golden Crows had fallen here.
Countless years had passed, and Tanggu Valley appeared peaceful again. But beneath the sea still lay the bones of the Demon Race's princes and the source of their Solar True Fire.
This should have been a place of death.
Yet in the deepest part of Tanggu Valley stood a Fusang Divine Tree.
Its top was lost to sight, Golden Crow divine flames flowing among its branches and leaves. Beneath it sat a Daoist in a blue robe.
The Daoist had an unremarkable face and kept his aura so deeply concealed that, without careful scrutiny, no one would have linked him to a mighty figure from a former era.
He was Lu Ya.
He did not rise, but his fingers pressed against his knee. The moment that gray aura entered Tanggu Valley, the brand of his era sent a stab of pain through him.
It was not suppression by the Primordial Wilderness's Heavenly Dao.
It was something far more troublesome.
"Primordial Heavenly Demon."
Lu Ya spoke under his breath.
His heart sank.
He had hidden