Rumble!
Rumble!
As the River of Fate and the Netherworld River converged with overwhelming violence.
Shen Ni's Primordial Spirit, whose eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, and mind had been stitched shut.
Above his eighteen pairs of stitched-shut beast eyes, a vertical pupil faintly opened once more in the center of his brow!
His steps seemed slow but were lightning-fast as he trod the raging waves of fate in the River of Fate, plunging into the Netherworld River in a single stride!
At that moment, fate and the netherworld collided and fused in an exceedingly bizarre fashion!
At that moment.
Houtu's graceful figure, clad in red, had already stepped out of the vertical pupil of Shen Ni's Primordial Spirit!
Within the fifty-thousand-acre celebratory cloud above Houtu's head, the Reincarnation Disk of the forty-nine paths of reincarnation was greedily absorbing the incomparably precious netherworld qi within the Netherworld River, something nowhere to be found in the Primordial World!
"How dare you!"
The Netherworld Ancestor flew into a thunderous rage.
For a moment, Lin Tian's maneuver had left him utterly bewildered: the River of Fate under Lin Tian's control had suddenly become a waterfall and plunged into the Netherworld River.
His eyes darted wildly, and the countless black feathers formed from Netherworld Aura bristled like a hedgehog's spines!
"First Qilin has been imprisoned by me for hundreds of thousands of years, and throughout that time, he has never stopped thinking that his venerable patriarch, the Spirit Vine, would come to rescue him..."
Only now did the Netherworld Ancestor finally take this Spirit Vine, who had assumed the form of the Clear-Handsome Daoist, seriously!
*Although this Spirit Vine's cultivation is merely at primordial unity third grade, he commands all authority over the Primordial World's fate. Otherwise, he could never control the River of Fate