At this moment, Lin Tian's life hung by a thread.
After all, he could not connect to any of the Demonic Qi within this Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
Nor could he wield any of Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's abilities or transformations.
And at this very moment...
Six True Spirits of the Devil Ancestor's clones were hurtling across the Demon Pool toward him.
Even the weakest of them had reached the level of a peerless Demon General-a Great Encompassing Golden Immortal with all three Demon Flowers fully blooming, each flower at the ninth grade.
Yet his cultivation was merely at the very bottom of the Golden Immortal Realm, and he could not even connect to a trace of Demonic Qi.
Moreover, his True Spirit could be torn apart at any moment, his true self's consciousness vanishing like smoke.
At this moment, Lin Tian...
Was in the most awkward position imaginable.
And facing the gravest danger.
All he could rely on now was the devouring and bloodthirst system that had accompanied him when he transmigrated into the Primordial World Plane of his Spirit Vine True Self more than ten million years ago.
After all, the Devouring System had already absorbed a trace of Demonic Qi from Mount Sumeru.
And it had raised his control over Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's body to one percent.
His cultivation had leaped straight from nothing to the very lowest level of the Golden Immortal Realm.
But Lin Tian rarely took the initiative to borrow outside power, and he was even less willing to entrust his own fate to something elusive and intangible.
Even the bloodthirst and devouring system that had accompanied him from the beginning...
Was, in Lin Tian's eyes, nothing more than a tool, an implement that he had to control.
If...
His fate and his