Half of his Great Sun Origin—this was supreme power Lu Ya had accumulated over countless eras.
If he really gave away half, his foundation, already damaged by the shattering of the Great Sun Divine Court, would instantly fall an entire level.
For a while, even maintaining his current combat strength as a Primordial Grand Supreme Luo Golden Immortal would be a struggle.
But Lu Ya understood better than anyone.
If he refused, he would not be able to keep even a fraction of it from the terrifying monster before him, who smiled and called himself a "gardener."
That madman, the Primordial Heavenly Demon, had at least announced his intention to seize Lu Ya's origin and made a show of preparing for a grand battle.
But Qin Mu?
The Senior Brother of the Interception Sect looked gentle, yet the green Grass Sword in his hand had just "pruned" the Primordial Heavenly Demon's avatar and the Heaven-Burier Seal into nothingness.
If Lu Ya dared utter so much as half a word of refusal, he had no doubt that the seemingly ordinary Grass Sword would touch his brow in the next instant.
Then forget half his Great Sun Origin—even his true Golden Crow body, which he had revived in the Third Millennium Era after untold hardships, would become a lump of flower fertilizer in the man's garden.
Fine.
In the span of a single breath, Lu Ya made the wisest choice.
Without the slightest hesitation, his face filled with willing respect. He did not even blink.
"Fellow Daoist Qin Mu, how can you say that? If you hadn't saved me, the Primordial Heavenly Demon would have taken my life and every last bit of my Dao origin!"
Lu Ya raised the golden sphere in both hands. It shone as brilliantly as a Great