They followed Luohu all the way into a peculiar underwater palace.
At the sight of it, Wang Shi felt a faint sense of unease.
Not for any other reason, but because this place felt strangely familiar.
Impossible. I've never been here before. Why does it feel familiar?
Once they entered the palace, the pitch-black seawater seemed to have been shut out.
At last, Luohu spoke.
"Phew, that went fairly smoothly. The rules of this world are strange. There's no magical power, no spiritual energy, and we can't even use divine sense."
"Actually, my soul had already fallen dormant and was about to fade into oblivion."
"But for some reason, I suddenly woke up here."
"I panicked back then. I should have been dead, yet I was suddenly alive, with all my magical power gone. I truly felt hopeless."
"I went in and out of this place countless times before finally finding a passage through. It was incredibly difficult."
Demon Ancestor Luohu entered a peculiar room.
Inside the room stood a coffin of gold and jade.
And lying inside the coffin was a little Luohu.
Yes, he looked just like a miniature Luohu.
"This was my previous body. I came here to find this gold-and-jade coffin."
"In the Primordial World, I sensed a force of decay. Some peculiar power was corroding my body."
"My instincts told me I had to find this coffin as soon as possible. Once I lay inside, I'd be fine."
After saying that, he pulled out the corpse within.
And when the little Luohu emerged...
The moment he was exposed to the air, he began to decay and weather at a visible rate, turning to dust and vanishing.
The sight left the three of them dumbstruck.
It was as though they could see time flowing over him.