"Ugh—"
With a muffled groan, golden blood spilled, and Luo Hou vanished completely.
Seeing this,
Qin Shujian did not pursue him. He took a long look at the closing rift in the void, then withdrew his gaze.
"A pity. He still escaped. The Ancient Gods of the First Era certainly live up to their reputation. If he had been at his peak, there would have been no telling who would win!"
Through this battle,
Qin Shujian gained a clearer understanding of his own strength, as well as a very direct understanding of the strength of the Ancient Gods of the First Era.
They were—strong!
Very strong!
Extremely strong!
Even an Ancient God who was not at his peak, armed with just one top-tier supreme treasure, could withdraw calmly while facing Qin Shujian, who possessed two Innate Supreme Treasures.
As for those injuries,
truth be told,
they could not possibly threaten the life of a Dao Fruit cultivator.
That alone showed
how terrifying the Ancient Gods were.
"Demon Ancestor Luo Hou... It seems I'll have to ask about him properly when I get back. If Luo Hou is merely one of many Ancient Gods, rather than one of their strongest, I'll have to carefully weigh my chances against the others."
Qin Shujian took a deep breath.
"And another thing—"
"As long as Luo Hou lives, he'll remain a hidden threat. There's no way to stay on guard every moment against a Dao Fruit cultivator lurking in the shadows. If I get the chance, I'd better kill him.
"After all, a thief can wait a thousand days for his chance, but no one can guard against him for a thousand days."
He shook his head.
Qin Shujian headed toward the Great Thousand World.
The universe was too vast. Finding a Dao Fruit