At that moment.
Within his sea of consciousness, Lin Tian had already stacked the demonic qi of the Devil Race's hundreds of billions of disciples into this body of his-the body of Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
And in the fleeting instant when he held Daoist Hongjun in his arms, he began Heavenly Demon Disintegration!
He wanted to see for himself.
Across countless planes, countless dimensions, and the unfolding histories of countless Primordial Worlds, whether Devil Ancestor Luo Hou held the weaker position or the stronger one, the moment he encountered Daoist Hongjun, he always ended up taking a beating.
Even in this plane, where Lin Tian had transmigrated into Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
He had already devoured and refined the power of hundreds of billions of the Devil Race, while also refining the demonic qi within Mount Sumeru, which accounted for more than ninety-nine percent of all demonic qi in the Primordial World.
After all, the foundational qi of the Devil Race that had prevented all Primordial World creatures from setting foot on the Western Continent since World-Opening had been devoured in its entirety, becoming the demonic qi of Devil Ancestor Luo Hou alone.
And before Lin Tian arrived at Mount Jade Capital, the seat of the Daoist School's lineage, he had secretly made all manner of preparations.
When he struck in that fleeting instant, his thunderbolt force had corrupted Taiqing and Yuqing.
At the same time, he had blocked Daoist Tongtian's killing sword strike and corrupted his sea of consciousness into a demon sea as well.
Yet throughout this process.
He, Luo Hou, had been unable to approach Daoist Hongjun.
Even his divine sense could not approach Daoist Hongjun's body.
After all, the moment any of his demonic thoughts drew near, they dissolved into nothing.
For Lin Tian.
This